Checking my pistol to make certain it was set at its highest level and still fully charged, I waited grimly as they came closer to me and their deaths.
They were talking as they walked down the passageway. I found that I could understand their language, just as I had understood every language I had encountered on all of the missions the Golden One had heaped upon me. I could almost see his smirking expression of superiority, almost hear him telling me gloatingly that he had put the knowledge of the local languages into my brain the way one might insert a list of names and addresses into a computer.
“Another waste of time,” one of the Skorpis was grumbling.
The smaller one, in the middle, said in a lighter, softer tone, “Absence of proof is not proof of absence.”
The first one growled, “You may impress your fellow scientists with such talk, but all I see is a day spent searching for prey that doesn’t exist.”
“They exist,” said the smaller one. “We’re certain of that.”
The third one spoke up. “Once I was certain that I could fly with no aid except a certain magical beverage that I had been drinking.” His voice was heavy, sorrowful. “I was very certain. But I was wrong. Several broken bones showed how wrong I was.”
“The aliens are here,” said the one in the middle. Her voice sounded like a woman’s. A human woman’s.
“So you believe.”
“We have evidence of their presence,” she insisted.
“I am only a warrior, not a scientist. I believe what I can see, what I can touch or smell or hear or sink my teeth into. Your evidence”—he practically sneered the word—”is nothing but old myths and the tales of ancient ones.”
They were getting close enough for me to see that the smaller of them was a human. A woman. Humans working with the Skorpis? I had thought that the human race was locked in a war for survival against the Skorpis and their allies. How could humans be allied to our enemies?
“We have more evidence than the mythology,” the woman said. “And these underwater structures were built for a purpose.”
Neither Skorpis warrior answered her. Yet their silence was more eloquent than further arguing.
They were close enough for me to see clearly now. Unarmed. From the sound of their conversation, they knew nothing about my troopers in the ruins. They were looking for aliens, based on ancient myths.
If I gunned them down it would tell their leaders that enemies were near. When they failed to return to the Skorpis base, others would be sent to search for them. I could not hide their bodies. Sooner or later they would be found. The fact that they came out here unarmed told me that there were no predators in these waters that they feared. Their disappearance would immediately be suspect.
And, truth to tell, I found the prospect of shooting an unarmed human woman more than I wanted to deal with. Besides, I wanted to find out what she was doing with the Skorpis. There was much more going on here than the Golden One had told me.