"You have no idea," Corliss said sardonically as he brushed past Michael and held the door leading to the alley open for everyone.
<Are you literally mad, Corliss? I mean, seriously mad? You're going to get us killed,> his host said, gazing out of eyes that were beyond his control for the moment at the two other Controllers, still inside the little meeting room.
The heavy door into the building remained propped open for another few minutes, starting to swing shut. Corliss walked to the other side of the alley and leaned against the graffiti cluttered brick wall of the building opposite The Sharing. "Good. They won't be able to hear us out here." For some reason it didn't feel like he meant Will and Tia, back in the room...but who else would be watching? Surveillance and secret service at a glorified boy scouts meeting? "Don't be alarmed, we're not here to hurt anyone. I just need to tell you the truth about what's going on here." Again his gaze flickered toward the reactions of Tia and Will. If they had heard him.
If there was any doubt, any remote chance that they would turn him in and reveal the operatives of the civil war tearing the Empire apart, he would have to kill them.
Right here.
"You coming, you lot?" he called, the big metal door ajar enough that they could hear him inside the room. "Or do you still 'ave that meeting Chapman wants you to go to so badly?"
<You'd better bloody be right about your little Yeerk mates 'ere,> Mike said angrily. <This is beyond stupid, it's suicidal...>
<Since when have we been anything less, in this line of work?> Corliss said with a mental grin.