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sense if I was half in the bag. "Let's go back to the beginning," I sighed. "Tell me again. Why are you here?" |
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"The faithful have been summoned," he answered without hesitation. |
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"But I thought you said you weren't one of them." |
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"Quite the contrary. I am the vehicle of retribution." |
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"In other words, you figure this is your chance to get even with this Sate character." |
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"I see very little humor in all of this, Mr. Wages." |
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"Don't get pompous on me, buster. Like I said, the jury is still out on you." |
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Kelto blinked. "This may be the only chance we have to rid ourselves of this evil force." |
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It was play-along-with-Kelto time. "Okay, you tell me what makes you think you can get rid of this thing called Sate, when we couldn't bring him down with half the damn guns in the province pumping away at him." |
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Kelto's confidence suddenly began to return. His nearly flawless face inched its way into a sinister half-smile. "I know what to do," he assured me. "I alone know how it must be done." |
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"Let's go back to something you said earlier." I had calmed down to the point where it was at least possible to establish a rational sequence to my questions. "You |
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