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"I said, 'Is there a problem?' "
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Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End
Clovis finally looked up from the screen. His
beady eyes swung from Caimbeui to me.
"It says here that you're visiting relatives in Tir
na n6g. But it doesn't list who those relatives might
be."
"Is that necessary?" I asked.
"How do we know you really have relatives in the
Tir? Maybe you're from that other place, come to
cause trouble."
"That other place?"
"Tir Taimgire. The fallen ones."
I glanced at Caimbeui and he rolled his eyes.
Nothing worse than a patriotic officious prick.
"And perhaps we have relatives who don't want
every low-level clerk knowing who their relatives
are," I said.
His flat piggy nose flared slightly.
"That's not for you to decide," he said. "Now tell
me or you don't get on that plane."
I leaned forward across the table then and grabbed
his collar. For a moment I thought he might resist,
but the force of my will kept him from moving. It
was as easy as a snake hypnotizing a rat.
"Listen to me, little brother," I said in Eireann
sperethiel. My accent might have been a bit off, but
otherwise I was letter perfect. "You are playing in
things far beyond your knowledge or concern. You
wish to know who we are to visit? Then come closer
and I shall tell you."
I jerked him across the table and whispered a
name in his ear. The blood fled from his already
pasty cheeks. As he pulled away, I let him see me—
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really see me. These are the kinds of tricks I hate—
obvious displays of power—but he'd slotted me off.
"Now you can well imagine how annoyed this
person would be if they discovered their name came
up in this sort of situation," I said. "So I would suggest
that we all forget this unfortunate incident."
Old Clovis was only too happy to oblige. He gave
us back our papers like he'd just discovered they'd
been tainted with VITAS. We were ushered onto the
plane without further delay. I settled into the thick
leather upholstered seats of the first-class section
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