Twilight at the Well of Souls (The Well World) by Jack L. Chalker

Author:Jack L. Chalker
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Space Opera, Science-Fiction, Fiction, Space and time, Science Fiction, Adventure, General
ISBN: 9781416509165
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2005-10-25T21:46:27.063000+00:00

Zone

"brazil's been seen."

The report startled Serge Ortega. Somehow he hadn't quite expected it to be this easy.

"Where?" he asked sharply.

"With the Southern force. Apparently he's been on a ship on the Sea of Turagin all this time. Rowed ashore and joined them just south of the Ginzin border."

Ortega frowned suspiciously. "Are you sure it's him? These are tricky bastards we're dealing with, and he's the trickiest."

"It's him," the messenger assured him. "Some of our people with the force have seen and talked to him and the Entries in the group are acting like God Himself just paid them a call."

The Ulik nodded absently and switched off. Brazil. Visible, easily located, ripe for the plucking, with over three-thousand kilometers left to go to the nearest Avenue. It smelled wrong, somehow. It was too obvious, too blatant, too much a dumb mistake in an operation that had been, so far, beautifully planned and executed. It was as if, with everything going his way, Brazil had suddenly popped up and shouted, "Here I am! Come and get me!"

And he was vulnerable. Except for death, he wasn't immune to anything that could happen to anyone else. He suffered pain and torment, and he was wide open to everything from hypno devices to magic.

He punched in a communications code. "Central Command," answered a translator-pitched voice.

"This is Ortega. Now that the information about Brazil has come in, what does Commander Sangh intend?"

The communications officer hesitated. "Sir, I don't think we can give that out right now. Not even to you, sir."

He growled. "I'm coming down there. Something's very wrong here, and I want to make sure there are no slip-ups." He switched off angrily and slithered from behind his great U-shaped desk and out the door.

It was still bad in the corridors; there seemed no end to the Entries, and he knew he couldn't protect them much longer. If Brazil were captured, or even if they thought they had him, a lot of restraints would suddenly ease around the world.

Central Command was located in the Czillian Embassy, simply because Czill had the best, most sophisticated computers and records and it provided easy access. The machines in the embassy were compatible with the ones in Czill, and information could quickly be traded back and forth by simply having the Czillians take the computer storage modules between home and embassy.

It was crowded, though, with many races, all with forces in the critical area. For one of Ortega's bulk, he had to watch it or get injured by accident by some spiked or poisonous or other lethal creature just trying to keep out of the way.

He spotted Sadir Bakh, the Dahbi second-in-command who was Gunit Sangh's alter ego in Zone. Ortega didn't like the Dahbi much, although with his racial command policies he was dealing here with only half a dozen. Had Brazil gone the other way, Sangh wouldn't have been the commander, but Dahbi would have been in the path of march.

"Bakh! What's the commander going to do

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