General Gavsot appeared unfazed. "Azraal," he said, as if to confirm he'd heard correctly.
"Yes," I said.
"The Director of Transportation," he said, with the same tone as before.
"So I'm told," I replied. I glanced over at Gus, who was clenching his teeth and looking pained. "Is this a horrible idea?" I asked.
Gus shrugged. "Absolutely. Unless it works, in which case it's a great idea."
"This will take some doing," the General intoned thoughtfully.
"But you can do it, right?" I asked anxiously.
"Of course," he replied. I thought he sounded just a little offended, but I couldn't be sure.
"Great. I'd like to help you do it," I said.
For the first time since I'd met him, General Gavsot smiled. It was a thin, stiff, uncomfortable looking expression that only slightly managed to alter his grim demeanor. "I have the perfect job for you," he said.
"Great," I enthused. "What is it?"
He said simply, "Bait."