Chapter Thirty-Three
Incognito
“A sausage without a barbecue is like a robot without an owner.”—Mex
The worker picked up the instrument. “You’re holding it the wrong way.” She flicked a switch. Vegas watched as the instrument whirled and swirled with lights flashing.
“What is it?” said Vegas.
“It has many names.” Said the worker, “and if you take it back with you tonight, you’ll find your own.”
It had been a tough night accomplishing everything incognito, as Hilda loved to say; incognito was her favorite word. She had spent a lifetime being incognito and considered herself a master. Skirting about the corridors of power had got her where she was today, and tonight was no different. She had excelled herself.
Hilda had spent the night like a silent shadow flashing past the sleeping fo
