After Imre left to prepare for her assignment, Gordon turned to Lomac. "So what do you think of her?" He asked.

After a distinct pause, Lomac answered. "I don't trust her, sir."

"With all due respect, major. You wouldn't trust your own grandmother."

The metamorph winced at the remark, his expression turning sullen. Any creature from Kaon-humanoid or otherwise-stood very little chance of having any form of family life.

Noting the change in his aide's demeanor, Gordon decided to change his tack. "My apologies, Lomac. Sore subject," He said." But you're right, you know; she can't be trusted. That's one of the reasons why we've chosen her for this particular mission."

"She has become one of our best agents," Gordon continued. "And it is for that very reason that she is a threat to us. With her intelligence, her skills, and her innate curiosity, it's only a matter of time until she puts all the pieces together. In fact, I'm surprised
she hasn't already. And when she does, she'll most likely tell the other agents. She has to be eliminated."

"We knew it couldn't last," Lomac answered. "Still, I must admit, it was a stroke of genius on your part to allow her to 'discover' that we were Ooshati and that it has been Cale and his pitiful army that was the driving force behind all the recent destruction,"
he smirked.

"Ah, but the true irony is that she doesn't even know that both her parents were Tyrusian-that they died serving the man whose son she has been sent to destroy--and that I," Gordon grinned coldly, "was the one who finally hunted those traitors down."

He strolled unhurriedly across the hangar and gazed out the eastern window. "Look. There goes our deluded little martyr now." Unnoticed by either man, the light of a tiny
transmitter blinked steadily from the doorjamb.

----

Angie stared out of the window, frowning. I really hope that Iris can help David... It’s a good thing that Stark went with him, though.../

"What’s the matter, Angie? Worried? " Doc asked her friendly.

"I... it’s nothing... I was only thinking about the discussion we just had, and why Sonia as a half alien hasn't the same problems David has..." she lied.

Sonia cast her eyes down.

Although she knew of the affection Sonia felt towards David, Angie wondered how much the half Tyrusian really felt for him. She seems to be worried, too... But there was no reason to worry she told herself- David and Stark were just going to get some more pills from Iris...

"I....I’m going to get some coffee... Does anyone else want some?" She asked with a smile, wanting to get away from the others for a moment. Not waiting for an answer she went into the kitchen, wondering why she felt so nervous. In contrast to her partner, Phil Stark, Angie relied often on her intuition which seldom let her down- there was often more to things than that which was visible. This time, though, her thoughts seemed foolish even to herself. Get a grip on yourself, Angie...Phil would surely tell you that
your worries are completely unnecessary... As she opened the fridge to get some milk, suddenly a sense of premonition swept over her, again. Something terrible will happen...

Absent-mindedly she filled some coffee into a pot and went into the living room, again, to get some cups.

"Angie.. You’re pale... Is everything really okay? What really happened back there on the stairs? You know as well as we that having secrets will help no one... " Doc asked, making Angie nearly let go of a cup.

"He could barely walk as he left... I hate to say it, but I think that he hides from us how bad his health really is...Back on the stairs he nearly fainted.." She said, deciding that there was no use in hiding from the others what she had seen.

Doc nodded. "I suspected kind of that myself.. That's probably also the reason why Phil went with him."

Angie was still upset, as the sense of foreboding did not seem to leave her. "Yes... but I fear that something terrible might happen to him and Phil.. I don‘t know why- it’s just a feeling..."

"I think they call this woman's intuition...But they're just visiting Iris...What should happen to them?" Jim smiled. "Hey. Can I get any donuts to the coffee?"

Angie shot him an angry glare. "It is just intuition and you can call it foolish, but I will follow them!" She said with a determined expression.

"Hey! It's okay...No need to get angry..." Jim knew of Angie's temper and didn't want to upset her any more. He sighed. "Then I'm going, too... Although I’m not too worried about David, it’s better to follow him than to sit here all the day...Besides we could get something to eat on the way back from hospital..."

Doc chuckled. "All right. I'll go, too..." he agreed, knowing that Angie had a good intuition when it came to certain things.

"Great..." the red haired woman smiled, glad that Doc was not questioning her any further. Suddenly she noticed that Sonia was looking rather hesitatingly at her and
Doc.

"I you want, you can come with us, Sonia...Maybe it would be interesting for you to speak with Iris about the pill thing..." Angie smiled at her.

Sonia nodded a nearly grateful expression in her eyes. "Yes. Maybe she knows why me and Simon...why I'm not having any seizures..."

"Then let’s go to the hospital..." Angie said and went for the door, Doc, Blue, Jim and Sonia following her.

----

On the far side of the compound, Imre approached her favorite vehicle. She was almost grateful to her quarry for their interest in motorcycles, since it allowed her opportunity to indulge her own.

Her saddlebags, fully loaded with supplies, swung from her shoulder. They were custom-her own design-and could be adapted for use as a double backpack. She stopped a few feet away from the bike and gazed in rapt admiration as the bright silver chassis of the
Ducati glinted in the Florida sunlight.

How can rebels afford to let me use such expensive equipment? She wondered, not for the first time, as she prepared to mount. Pulling her hair-which now sported red and gold
streaks to accentuate the purple-back into a ponytail, she grabbed her helmet. The pattern of the helmet and the trim of her leathers perfectly matched her new do. As she revved up the bike to begin her journey to Glenport, a vague worry plagued her mind. She had
forgotten something: but what?

After a few hundred miles, Imre's pager buzzed. Zasz, she thought. What do they want now?

She pulled off the highway onto the shoulder and glared at the display for confirmation. Sure enough, there was Gordon's number. She sighed and pulled out her cell, wishing as she dialed that he'd let her bring a com-orb. It rang twice on his end, then-

"Yes?" Lomac's voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Orrin reporting," She paused. "Sir, did the Colonel need to speak with me about something?

"Colonel Gordon is otherwise occupied," Lomac answered.

I bet, Imre thought, but held her tongue as Lomac went on.

"He asked me to give you a message. Our sources have reported that the hybrid, David Carter, is having a few health problems. "He briefly outlined David's condition. Since only Tyrusian nano-surgery can save his life, we expect him to try to contact his father. His only other option is to come to us. We've won, Imre. The war is over."

She shivered at his tone...so confident and overbearing. Something about Lomac had always made her skin crawl.

"Um, with all due respect, sir," She began. "Isn't it a little soon to start celebrating? And what about me? Have I been made redundant?"

"Far from it. Why we need you now more than ever to monitor his condition and keep us posted of any new developments. But I suggest you hurry, Imre. There's very little time."