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The sight of the golden uniform of a Class One Executive gleamed among the women's clothing. And she had forgotten no detail; the expensive beamgun and holster lay beneath the uniform. He picked it up carefully, almost reverently. It was the first time he'd held one since he'd been beamed down himself, so long ago. He turned the intensity knob down to the "stun" position.
As soon as I knew you were there, I'd be able to Guess where you'd fire. And I wouldn't be there." "Then what kind of person would be able to throw something at you so that you'd Guess, so that you'd dodge, and be so preoccupied with that first dodging that you'd miss the Guess on the aiming of the beamgun because of sheer physical inertia?
What kind of person would know exactly where you'd be when you dodged? What kind of person would know exactly where to aim that beamgun?" The Guesser had seen what was coming long before the captain finished his wordy interrogation. "Another Guesser, sir," he said. His eyes narrowed. "Exactly," said Captain Reed. "Your apprentice, Kraybo.
They enjoyed your clownish performance very much. "Now, tell me exactly why you didn't show up for take-off on Viornis." The Guesser explained what had happened, his voice low. He told about having something thrown at him, about the beamgun being fired at him. He told about the girl, Deyla. He told everything in a monotonous undertone. The captain nodded when he was through. "That tallies.
No one below Class Three was allowed to carry a beamgun, and only Ones and Twos were allowed to wear the screening fields that protected them from the nerve-searing effects of the weapon. And they, being Execs, were in no danger from each other. Finally, after much walking, he decided that he was in the wrong part of town. There were no Class Three bars anywhere along these streets.
And he knew it hadn't been a nightmare, but reality. Full recollection flooded over him. Someone had shot him with a beamgun, that nasty little handweapon that delivered in one powerful, short jolt the same energy that was doled out in measured doses over a period of minutes in a standard nerve-burner.
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