Soon after
the arrival of Inspector Kreeng, Randi had bigger problems than distracting and
keeping track of a bruiser-turned-dandy and his gang of powder-puff thugs. The
Talon’s network of informants usually sent information in regular pulses, and
she worried when rumors trickled in separately, instead of in bundles. It meant
the people sending the rumors, stories and fragments of confirmed details were
worried enough to bypass the routine established when her father and uncle were
younger than her. Randi sent out a request for more data to the older men who
acted as clearinghouses for information sent to the Talon. The request went out
less than twenty minutes before Inspector Kreeng’s ship came into orbit around
Rensler, so Randi didn’t have time to let Uncle Eryk know about this newest
development. The welcoming dinner and formal meeting of the governor’s cabinet
exhausted him. Organizing the schedule of tours for Kreeng and his assistants
took up all the rest of Randi’s time, so that it was two days later before she
was able to slip away to the series of caves under Government House and check
her messages.
Borderline
folk vanishing. Twenty rumored. Eight confirmed. Six found dead. Eleven missing
short while but gaps in memories. Suspect testing. Set’ri.
Randi
cursed when she got to the last word, the worst word anyone could use or hear
in these unsettled days. To call someone a Set’ri was an insult almost worthy
of death.
The Set’ri
were purists, dedicated to preserving the pure Human genome. The only problem
was, they considered themselves intelligent and moral enough to determine what
belonged in the Human genome and what didn’t. They worked through the
government whenever possible to have defective genetic traits stamped out,
through forced sterilization. And when the government wouldn’t cooperate, they
resorted to midnight raids, killing children and sterilizing adults who had
something ‘valuable to contribute to humanity, despite their defective
genetics.’ Usually that meant a slave labor force.
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