"As long as he made it out alive," Alison said. "We don't want to lose him. Not now."
"Agreed," Smith said. "Anything else?"
"Yes," Alison said, grimacing. A part of her didn't really want to do this. "The Phookas."
There was the faint sound of a sigh. "All of them, I suppose?"
"All of them," Alison said firmly. "They're wild cards. We can't let them stay on the playing field."
"You're mixing metaphors, of course," Smith pointed out. "But I take your point. All right, we'll deal with them. What about the Erassvas?"
Alison shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Whatever you want."
"We'll handle it," the other promised. "I gather you want to stay with Morgan for the moment?"
"For as long as I can," Alison confirmed. "He's the only inside source there is on this half of the game."
"Okay, but only until he makes you," Smith warned. "Be ready to bail the minute that happens."
"I will," Alison said. "I'll report again when I can."
"Right. Good luck."
Breaking the connection, Alison shut down the transmitter.
She gave it another minute, just to make sure there weren't any lingering effects in the system that the computer might spot and wonder about. Then, leaning back in the chair, she took a deep breath. "Privacy lock code release," she called.
"—it'll be almost exactly two months," Uncle Virge said. "So the less time we have to waste chauffeuring you around, the better."
"I understand," Alison said, getting up out of the chair. "Though come to think of it, let's make it easier on everyone. I'll just stay here with you and Jack for the moment."
"You sure?" Uncle Virge asked, sounding surprised.
"Yes." Alison smiled. "Very sure."