An Ancient Peace (50 page)

“Right.”

“Well, whoever Major Sujuno was fetching the weapons for, they knew.”

“Don't be ridiculous, rehabilitation isn't enough. He needs to be permanently silenced.” Pale fingers tapped against the plastic display stand under the piece of ceramic, then rose to trace the metallic pattern in the glaze. “I don't care how. Make it as visible as possible; it does no good if no one hears about it. Wield knowledge as power.”

The interior of the bowl had begun to warm, the temperature rising with every repetition of the pattern. “If that idiot Dion and the major arrive with the weapons, fine, wonderful, that changes things, but we won't wait for them.” Enough repetitions and a harmless looking piece of ceramic would grow hot enough to melt through stone. With no understanding of how long the power source would last, not a particularly useful item, but fascinating. It was the only piece of ceramic in his collection. He was more interested in plastic. What could be done with it. What it had done. He'd been looking for the perfect piece for years now. Eventually, he'd find it. Or he'd create a situation where it would come looking for him.

“Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Human's First will become more than a mockery of a movement when we make Richard Varga a martyr to the
cause.”

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