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and had to go through a rigorous
selection process. Known as the accepted route to becoming an angel, the
Knight’s Templar must serve of at least 10 years. Even then, elevation to Angel
status was not guaranteed.
    The Templar who
had tapped him on the shoulder and who was the target of Logan’s little finger,
addressed him, seemingly undisturbed by the digit pointed in his direction.
Three pips on his shoulder identified him as a Captain.
    “Captain Logan
Pope?”
    Logan nodded,
still holding his finger outstretched.
    “Please remove
your finger from my face," said the Templar nodding at Logan’s finger.
    “ Sorry. Reflex."
Logan dropped his arm.
    “Allow me to
introduce myself. I am Knight’s Captain Tynan. I believe you are an associate
of Felix Teppitt?”
    Logan nodded
again. “What’s all this about”?
    “We need to speak
to Mr. Teppitt in regards to some information of ours that he possesses.”
    “What sort of
information?."
    “That’s between Mr.
Teppitt and ourselves. Do you know of his whereabouts”?
    Guy had a bad
attitude. Logan, feeling his body tense up even more, tried to consciously
relax.  “No. And even if I did, I doubt whether I’d tell you."
    “That would be
unwise Captain Pope. The Areopagite’s are not known for their understanding of
interlopers in Church business."
    “I’m not
interloping. Felix is my friend and as far as I know isn’t involved in any of
your so called ‘Church Business’.”
    The Templar
frowned. “Nevertheless, if you receive any communication from him, it would be
in your best interests to contact us."
    “Are you
threatening me?”
    “Yes."
Captain Tynan’s frown deepened.
    “Gracious. Best I
tell you where he is right now then." Who said sarcasm was the recourse of
the weak mind. Logan thought it was underrated.
    Captain Tynan
leant closer to Logan. “Don’t fuck with us Mr. Pope," he said quietly.
    “Wouldn’t dream of
it. I prefer woman. And its Captain Pope."
    “Not from what
I’ve heard," the Templar said snidely. “I believe you are no longer with
Military Intelligence."
    “Surprisingly well
informed for a bunch of religious morons aren’t you?” Logan thought that the
situation was about to kick off as Captain Tynan obviously struggled to
maintain control. The other Templars looked at their Captain but a slight shake
of his head caused them to relax.
    “Remember what I
said Pope. If you find your friend, your first call should be to us."
Logan’s AI reported that he had received the Templar’s eddress. He toyed with
the idea of returning the address to sender out of general vindictiveness but
was pretty sure that would lead to violence.
    The Knight Captain
turned and began walking off. His two men lingered for a bit longer and glared
at Logan.
    “Can I help you?”
he asked innocently, smiling at the Areopagite’s.
    Saying nothing,
the two men glowered impotently, turned and followed their Captain down the
corridor.
    Logan stood for a
moment, watched them go and then entered Felix’s apartment. It was trashed.
Spending a couple of minutes looking around, he could see no sign of Felix –
not that he really expected to. There were no obvious blood stains, no
indications of a fight, and with all the mess, it was hard to tell whether Felix
had ventured back to hurriedly pack. Starting to get disturbed, not only by the
state of his apartment but also by his encounter with the Templar’s, Logan
ordered his AI to bring the higher order search programs on line. Feeding in
Felix’s physical characteristics, he ordered his AI to find a match, or
anything close in the asteroids records from the last 24 hours.
    Coleridge reported
it had 12 close matches. Logan requested a visual, and the asteroid showed him
various people matching Felix’s basic physical dimensions. He scrolled through
the first 10 without any joy. The 11 th displayed a man walking out
of a StarCruise office. Red hair, 3 inches taller and with a bigger nose and