But Keys could be transferred. They could be transferred voluntarily, say if a council member wanted to retire… But if a council member died it was “finders keepers.” Minjie Jiaqi, who had been one of Paul’s first and closest allies on the Council, had been killed by his military aide, who had taken his Key. Paul, in turn, had had the aide assassinated. But both methods of killing were out of Megan’s reach. Minjie’s death was from a binary neurotoxin, and although she had a fairly decent chemical laboratory disguised as a “perfumery,” binary toxins were a bit out of her league.

His aide had been assassinated, in turn, by being attacked “in flagrante delicto.” Council members habitually used personal protection fields. The fields were impermeable to any harm possible to man, certainly given the explosive protocols. But they had to be lowered at certain times. Such as during sex or any sort of intimate contact. Paul always dropped his when he was in the harem and had to recite a pass code to raise it. Thus he was vulnerable.

The problem was Paul also had functional medical nannites. The nannites would scavenge any simple toxin before it took effect. Megan wasn’t sure of the extent to which they could cure him from a serious injury. But she was sure that if she could destroy his cerebral cortex, there wasn’t much the nannites were going to be able to do.

Therefore, if she could only figure out where he kept his Key when he came to the harem she could kill him, take the Key and port out.

If.

She had been with Paul… well she’d quit counting. A large number of times. And she thought she had subtly checked most of his body. So far, he didn’t seem to have it on him. He, conceivably, could have it up his rectum. But Paul’s personality mitigated against that. She simply could not envision him slipping the key up his ass before he ported to the harem.