She stared at the vehicle she had been about to climb into. A half-hysterical laugh began gurgling up in her throat. Which, I admit, is probably a ridiculous way to make an escape!
Fluff was glaring at the landspeeder. “I hate that thing! Makes me feel sick!”
His chittering attracted the Korozhet’s attention. “You will have to leave that small creature behind,” the Professor stated firmly.
Fluff’s grip on Virginia’s braids tightened. “No! I’ll come along and look after her!” He stood up to his full eight inches—but without relinquishing his grip on her hair. “She needs male protection!”
Virginia shook her head decisively. The vigorous motion tossed the galago back and forth, squawking indignantly.
“No, Fluff,” she pronounced. “If the Jampad are trying to kill me, you’ll be much safer here.”
The little hands clutched her hair like a vice. The galago had an amazing grip for a creature so small. “Get down, please,” she said firmly.
“But Virginia . . .”
The Professor was back to its spine-rattling. “We must go quickly! Obey your mistress! Every moment we delay is dangerous!”
Moving with the same decisiveness with which she had shaken her head, Virginia reached up and pulled the galago away. She kissed the tiny monkey on his forehead and set him down on the pavement. Fluff tried to cling to her fingers with his little black hands, but Virginia forced him off.
“Go, Fluff.” There was a sob in her voice. The galago jumped away with one of those prodigious leaps the species was capable of. He landed, surefooted, on the fender of a nearby luxury sedan.
As the Korozhet ushered Virginia into the passenger seat of the off-road landspeeder, the alien gave the galago a beady glare from all of the ocelli it could exude from its spines.
“Do not alert anyone!” it said forcefully. “Enemies may be anywhere.” Without further ado the alien scurried around the front of the vehicle and bounced in through the driver’s door, which Virginia had already opened. For all its awkward appearance, the Korozhet was remarkably agile.
Virginia had also already moved the front seat back, so that the rotund alien was able to fit itself into the space. It studied the controls. “The vehicle has automatic drive capabilities. I should be able to cope with any additional requirements, despite the fact that it is not designed for my species.”
“I could try to drive, Professor,” said Virginia hesitantly. She hadn’t even thought of this problem. From long habit, drilled into her over the years by her parents, she had automatically taken the passenger seat. “I’ve never done so before, but—” She pushed her nervousness under. “Still, once a course is programmed in, the driver is little more than a failsafe. And I did read the instructions once, when my parents left me in the vehicle alone.”
The Korozhet seemed to hesitate. But only briefly. “No. But we will opaque the windows. In case of snipers. There is great danger, and I must take great care of you. You will have to handle the security systems, Miss Virginia! The guards and the automatons will recognize you, and allow you passage. But you must be quick and careful. At least one of the guards must have been subverted to allow the Jampad in. We must give no clue that we are aware of the assassins, while being ready to race away at a moment’s notice.”
With its manipulatory spines exuding tiny suckers which it flicked over the expensive computerized controls, like a master pianist playing a long familiar piece, the alien set the landspeeder into motion. Virginia was deeply impressed by the sure manner of the movements. If she hadn’t known better, she would have sworn the Professor was already familiar with the vehicle. They were so adept at technical matters, the Korozhet!
Despite the Professor’s fears, they drove through the impressive security screen of Pygmalion House without any check or hindrance.
Virginia sighed with relief. “Four or five minutes should see us in town. We can take refuge in the police station.”
The Korozhet clacked two of its spines in the motion which Virginia had come to interpret as respectful but firm disagreement. “We are not going into town, Miss Virginia. Absolutely not! Your father suspected enmity within the board of directors. He was right, clearly enough. That means the police have certainly been suborned.”