Vrel found himself flummoxed, even after years on Earth. “Really, no. . . . It’s a nice thought, but I’m okay. Aren’t there any hotels, places that’ll do a bed for the night?”
“I thought you say they look for you. Maybe is not so good idea out there. Better off here.” Ramona emitted a sigh that said she really didn’t understand but if he insisted, and waved a hand to indicate the part of the cabin beyond the living area. “Is okay, anyway. I have two bedrooms. One is for work, the other where I sleep. Just one would be like living in the office, eh? You take one of them. Either is okay.”
At that moment, a call came in on Vrel’s phone. He pulled it from his pocket. It was Hudro. “Can you talk?” Hudro asked.
“Sure.”
“Okay, we have news. Where can I find you?”
Vrel paused, momentarily perplexed. “You’re not going to believe it,” he answered.
“Why? What’s happened?”
Vrel couldn’t think how to begin. “Look, I’ll pass you over to someone else. She’ll give you directions,” he said finally.
* * *
Hudro recovered quickly from his astonishment. It seemed he had found more tolerant grounds for his religious convictions than some that Vrel had encountered on occasions. Vrel updated him on the message he had received from Luodine via Ramona, and offered his conclusion that Tevlak’s had been raided as they had suspected, and that Luodine was now free but her movements were being tracked.
Hudro was able to confirm it. Since his business in the military base was not Ramona’s affair, he spoke in Hyadean. Tevlak’s house had been visited by a combined force of Terran and Hyadean security following a surveillance alert that Cade and Marie had been identified there despite their aliases. How surveillance had found them, Hudro’s contact didn’t know. Proof of criminal activity sufficient to justify detaining the Hyadeans who had been there— Tevlak, Thryase, Luodine, and Nyarl—had not been established, and they had been released but would no doubt be subject to continued surveillance—as Vrel had surmised. Cade and Marie, however, who were wanted by U.S. federal authorities, had been arrested. Finding out what happened to them had taken the contact a lot longer. The essence was that they were at a detention facility in Peru, awaiting some VIP with an interest in their case who wanted to conduct a preliminary interrogation personally. After that, they would probably be moved to a military prison farther east, in Brazil.
Hudro continued: “If that happens, it won’t be good news, Vrel. What they know could be too damaging to some powerful Individuals, both Terran and Hyadean. They’d never get out alive. If we’re to do anything at all to help them, it will have to be before they get there. That may not give us very long. So this is the plan.
“Do you remember when we were on our way here, I told you about a girl that I have here? I said that one day we intended disappearing to Asia or somewhere and living as Terrans? Well, she is the contact I’ve been talking to today. We have decided that the time must be now. My work here has brought me into contact with some of the Terran so-called terrorists that we are sent to fight, and I have found that more often than not they uphold Terran ideals more faithfully than the governments do. So I can no longer fight on the side of Terran governments—you heard me say all this at Tevlak’s. I know some resistance fighters up in Brazil who I think can be persuaded to help.”
“To rescue them?” Vrel checked. “Roland and Marie. You can get Terrans to work with you?”
Hudro smiled faintly. “I said I wanted to save somebody one day, didn’t I? My name is clean so far—not on any watch lists. Tonight I will get regular transportation back north to Brazil as I originally intended. My partner and I will make our arrangements to meet a Terran guerrilla leader there whom I have known for some time—we have both helped each other in the past. We can only hope there will be enough time to come up with something. It would have to be while Roland and Marie are being moved.”