“Nothing terribly obvious. The communication seems to revolve around a decision which will be made or needs to be made or, as some are saying, is forced to be made.”
“About what?”
“About a program. It’s not easy to follow.”
“Are they communicating in Mirani?” It had enough noun and verb forms to baffle everyone except those immediately familiar with both the language and the subject matter.
“No. Much of the communication is in the language of your home world.”
My heart jumped. “Mine?”
“Yes, that is possible, isn’t it?”
I blew out. Possible, certainly, but . . . “Who would be there from Earth?”
But I already knew the answer to that. They would be people from the Pretoria Cartel or others related to those people. Perhaps ties with the Zhori mafia, or other elements that had been invo
