“That good enough for you?” Bael asked conversationally.
Ryan carefully stowed the card in his samples pouch for further analysis later. “All right, Bael, have it your way.” The communicator went back in his pocket. “Lead on.”
With a flourish, Bael moved out the doorway, with Ryan two steps behind. After Ryan had passed through, the opening vanished and the wall was solid once more. He refused to worry about a minor detail like that. He had little doubt that the city would have much bigger surprises in store for him before long.
And he was quite right.
***
The two men walked through the city, Bael at a leisurely pace and Ryan chafing with impatience at having to match the other’s infuriatingly slow amble. There were no real streets to follow, for the city seemed not to be laid out in
