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Colin grabbed up his remote and thumbed on the mute. He looked at
Storm. "He must know you're here."

Jack shook his head. Colin looked back to the monitor. "What seems to be
the problem?"

Jonathan shrugged. He said confidentially, "He's armed to the teeth, your
holiness. He seems to feel you might be at risk." He moved aside and the
monitor camera panned a massive young man, dressed in trooper fatigues.
Jack noted three weapons on his upper torso alone, not counting the cross
hanging upon his chest which could be used in ways holy men had never
intended.

"Tell him I'm in meditation and not to be disturbed."

Storm made a hand signal and Colin paused.

"He might be of use," Jack said.

"Not if he finds out you're in league with the Green Shirts."

The two men faced each other. Jack had trained Denaro to wear battle
armor even though the militant Walker had ideas of his own about duty and
honor and obedience.

"If you add me to your retinue, he'll have to know sooner or later."

Colin hesitated a moment longer but knew that if he had an honor guard
escort of Walker priests, he'd also have a flanking pair of bodyguards
assigned by Denaro and one of them would probably be the aggressive
young man himself. "He won't be much use to you, Jack. Pepys has had
him watched ever since he cashiered Denaro from the Knights."

"Then have him come back later. He won't be at ease until he sees you're
all right."

That seemed appropriate. Colin nodded. He took the com off mute and
said to Jonathan, "I've had a rough day. Give me an hour, and then I'll talk
to Denaro, if he'll wait."

No answer was needed as the young man took up a chair in the corner of
the lobby, staring intently through the monitor as if he could see into Colin's
apartment. The com line hung up.

Jack said, "Denaro helped you cover for me."

"No question about that. He won't mind finding you here—but if he ever
finds out you're associated in any way with the Green Shirts, your life is
forfeit."