Boris TibanBoris Tiban hunched on a spire of rock, like a gargoyle on some ancient European cathedral. He sat motionless, watching, as darkness fell to smother the land. The wind picked up, smelling dry and crackling from the coming storm. But even a gale could not dislodge him, if he did not wish to move.
Boris brooded and waited, eager to watch the reactions of the others when they discovered the crashed rover vehicle. What would Dr. Dycek do, once shown how weak and helpless she really was? Would she fall to her knees and wail in defeat? Would she cry out in despair? He wanted to see that.
Boris had scrambled up a weathered pinnacle that had broken away from the lower cliffside, clinging with his powerful but insensitive adin fingers. He hauled his body to a strategic spot out of sigh
