Several hours later Bolton and JB met alone on the base concourse.
"ThatÕs some wild s**t in that file," Bolton said. "You didnÕt tell me Andur had operatives on the ground at Nuerjal."
"I didnÕt know they were still alive."
Bolton knew JB. He had forgotten much about the man, but it came back as he spent more time with him. There was more to his presence here, and that Flitter strapped to the back of the 704, than helping an old friend rescue a few hostages, or even any of the other ostensible reasons heÕd given.
"So, tell me whatÕs in your file that ainÕt in mine."
JB said nothing.
"Look, man, just be honest with me. I wonÕt pitch a fit. I promise. But I can tell this has got more to do than any supposed leak of gravitic technology." JB was cracking, Bolton could tell. "I r
