Hit or Myth by Robert Asprin

I regarded him right back.

“That’s the other little thing I wanted your advice on.”

Chapter Fifteen:

“In a war against organized crime, survived is a proposition.”

– M. BOLAN

“Now let me see if I’ve got this right,” Aahz scowled, pacing back and forth in front of our worried gazes. “What we’ve got to do is keep the Mob from taking over the Bazaar, without letting them know we’re opposing them or the Deveels know we were the ones who loosed the Mob on the Bazaar in the first place. Right?”

“You can do it, Aahz,” I urged eagerly.

This time, it required no false enthusiasm on my part. While I had done an adequate job operating on my own, when it came to premeditated deviousness, I was quick to acknowledge my master. There might be someone out there in the multitude of dimensions better than Aahz at finding under-handed ways out of dilemmas, but I haven’t met them yet.

“Of course I can do it,” my mentor responded with a confident wink. “I just want everyone to admit it isn’t going to be easy. All this talk about the Great Skeeve has made me a little insecure.”

“A little?” Tananda smirked.

“I think it’s a bit of all right,” Chumly said, nudging his sister with an elbow. “I’ve always heard how formidable Aahz is when he swings into action. I, for one, am dying to see him handle this rather sticky situation all by himself.”

Aahz’s shoulders sagged slightly as he heaved a small sigh.

“Whoa! Stop! Perhaps in my enthusiasm I overspoke. What I meant to say is that my slimy but agile mind can provide a plan to pull off this assignment. Of course, the execution of said plan will rely upon abilities and goodwill of my worthy colleagues. Is that better, Chumly?”