Post by Cadfael Jaco on Jun 23, 2011 16:28:34 GMT -5
Cadfael frowned, and spoke his mind directly. "I wonder, though," he said with a grin at Mirax. "Which capital? After all, each city-state is sort of its own capital." Besides, the murder had been committed on the station. "Well, Ambassador, you know the diplomatic code," he said, venturing a suggestion. "We could always pay our friends in D'medi a courtesy call, see what we find out."
A light flashed on a terminal in the runabout's control centre. "By the way," he asked. "Not that it's any of my business, but doesn't that mean our arrival at this planet I call 'Machiavelli' is imminent?"
"Then we'd probably better stop bickering and do some work," Mirax suggested lightly, though it was a moderately passive-aggressive sentiment. She shot Jethro a pointed look, as if to punctuate her words, and then settled in for their inevitable arrival. She was already feeling edgy, and it would surely only be magnified as the investigation progressed. It was nothing she couldn't handle, and she knew that perfectly well, but she did not like to feel estranged from the people she was with.
It certainly didn't help! And she found Gideon Woods -- and the affect he had on she and the rest of the crew -- positively maddening.
Hope this works as a shortish closer -- where to next?