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“Other than being contained in a mixed and disgusting metaphor I think the idea is a suicidal one. Instead of this we could…”
“You are going. There is no possible way to wriggle out of this one. Slippery Jim.”
I tried. But nothing worked. I was given a copy of all the known details, a cortex recording of the language and the master key to a fast pursuit ship to take me there. I returned gloomily too our quarters where Angelina, tired of doing her hair and her nails, was throwing a knife at a head-sized target on the far wall. She was very good. Even underhand, after a quick draw from her arm sheath, she could hit the black spot of either eye.
“Let me get a pic of Inskipp,” I said. “It will make a more interesting target and one that you can get a degree of pleasure out of.”
“Is that evil old man sending my darling out on a job?”
“That dirty old goat is trying to get me killed. The assignment is so top secret I can’t tell a soul about it, particularly you, so here are all the papers, read them for yourself.”
While she did this I slipped the Cliaand language recording into the stamping machine. This recorded the material directly on my cortex without the boring and time consuming intermediary of any learning process. The first session would take about a half an hour with a dozen or more shorter reinforcing sessions after that. I would aid up speaking the language and having one hell of a headache from all the electronic fingering of my synapses. But there was a period of total unconsciousness while the machine operated and that was just what I felt like at the moment. I slipped the helmet down over my ears, settled on the couch and pressed the button.
There was a flicker of no time and Angelina was carefully lifting off the helmet and handing me a pill at the same instant. I swallowed it and kept my eyes closed while the pain ebbed away. Soft lips kissed mine.
“They are trying to kill you, but you will not let them. You will laugh and win and someday you will have Inskipp’s job.”
I opened one eye a crack and looked at her jubilant expression.
“Come home with my shield or on it? Go to glory or the grave? Are you worried about me?”
“All of the time. But that is a wife’s job. I certainly ca
“I didn’t know I had one until you told me just now.”
“—and will do everything I can to help.”
“You can’t come with me, for a very obvious and protruding reason.”
“I know that. But I will be with you in spirit all the time. How are you going to land on this world?”
“Board my nimble pursuit ship, come in straight and fast behind a radar screen, zing down into the atmosphere—”
“And get blasted into your component atoms. Here, read this report by the survivor of the last ship to try this approach.”
I read it. It was most depressing. I threw it back with the others.
“I heed the warning. This planet appears to be militarized to the hilt. I’ll bet even the house pets wear uniforms. Bulling in like that is approaching these people on their own terms, competing in the area where they are best organized. What they are not organized against is a little bit of guile, some larceny, a smooth approach covering a devious attack. Insinuate, penetrate, operate and extirpate.”
“All at once I am begi
“If you wish to worry, worry about the fate of this poor planet with Slippery Jim unleashed against them. Their conquests are at an end, they are as good as finished.”
I kissed her resoundingly and walked out, head high and shoulders back.
Wishing that I was one tenth as sure of myself as I had acted. This was going to be a very rough one.
Chapter 4
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Baaa. Here I was, naked to the world, sitting in the bar of the intersystem spacer Ka
I grated my teeth at the thought and looked about me. The other revelers were knocking back the tax-free booze in a determined ma
Every report and interview indicated that Cliaand had the most paranoiac customs men in the known universe. Contraband simply could not be smuggled in. Therefore I was not trying. I was just what I appeared to be. A salesman, representative of Fazzoletto-Mouchoir Ltd., dealers in deadly weapons. The firm existed and I was their salesman and no amount of investigation could prove otherwise. Let them try.
They did. Landing on Cliaand was not unlike going into prison. I, and the handful of other debarkees, trundled down the gangway and into a gray room of ominous aspect. We huddled together, under the eyes of watchful and heavily armed guards, while our luggage was brought and dumped nearby. Nothing happened until the gangway had been withdrawn and the Ka
I was not first and I welcomed the opportunity to examine the local types. They were supremely indifferent to us, stamping about in knee-high boots, fingering their weapons and keeping their chins up high. Their uniforms were all the same color, a color which at first glance might be mistaken for a very unmilitary hue of carmine, a purplish red. Very quickly I realized that this was almost exactly the color of blood, half arterial blue, half venous pink. It was rather disgusting and hard to avoid locking at. And, in addition, gave no small hint about the nature of the wearer.
All of the guards were on the large side and ran to protruding jaws and little piggy eyes. Their helmets looked like fibersteel, with sinister black visors and transparent faceplates that could be droned down. Each carried a gaussrifle, a multipurpose and particularly deadly weapon. High capacity batteries stored a really impressive electrical charge in the stock. When the trigger was depressed a strong magnetic field was generated in the barrel which accelerated the missile with a muzzle velocity that equaled any explosive cartridge weapon. And the gaussrifle was superior in that it had a more rapid rate of fire, made no sound, and shot out any one of an assortment of deadly missiles, from poison needles to explosive charges. The Corps had reports about this weapon but we had never seen (me. I made plans to rectify that situation as soon as possible.