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The Nautilus Coil, by J. Gregory Keyes (Originally printed in Off B5 Magazine #24) (takes place approximately 3-4 years after B5 season 5, before the telepath war of B5+4) “I’ve had just about enough of this,” Michael Garibaldi said to the man with the gun. “If you just wait quietly,” the man said, adjusting his aim on Garibaldi’s heart, “someone will be with you in a moment.” With his free hand, he pushed aside a long lock of black hair that threatened to obscure his vision. Garibaldi almost jumped him then. In his black duster and caudric shirt, the fellow didn’t look like someone who knew how to use a PPG all that well. Still, at this range anyone could get lucky. “In a moment,” Garibaldi grunted. “I’ve been here for a whole lot of moments already pal, and like I said, I’ve about had it. You wanna read my mind? Please, be my guest. You won’t like what you find.” “We don’t scan without permission,” the telepath said, with a slight smirk that called him a liar. “You were one of Byron’s litter, right? You look like one of ‘em. As attached to the color black as the Psi Corps ever was, I guess the upbringing always shows, huh? But since you were on B5 back when, you know who I am. And you know it’s not whoever told you to stand your little tin butt here that foots your bills. It’s me that keeps you in PPG’s, pork and beans, and hair conditioner for your oh-so-long-and-shiny hair.” “I know who you are, Mr. Garibaldi,” the telepath said. “The whole movement is grateful for your support, but as an ex-military man you understand I have my orders.” “Ex is the important part there. Never did care for the uniform – or taking orders. Come to think of it, neither did your Saint Byron.” The smirk rotated into a frown, but the fellow didn’t say anything. “Look,” Garibaldi said. “I just want to talk to whoever’s in charge, and I want to talk to them now. I’m expected.” “Will I do?” A faint shiver ran up Garibaldi’s neck at that familiar voice. Nevertheless, he turned to