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In the meantime, I make up a general plan, and alert all our own people. Right?" "Right. And for your information, the base isn't Fifth Level; it's First Level Abzar." He gave the designation. Vlasthor Arph chuckled. "Well, think of that! I'd even forgotten there was an Abzar Sector. Shall I tell the reporters that?" "Fangs of Fasif, no!" Vall fairly howled. Then, curiously: "What reporters?
"If that made you sick, remember we've been listening to things like that for the last eight hours. Some of the stories were even worse than that one." "Well, I'd like to use a heat-gun on the whole lot of them, turned down to where it'd just fry them medium-rare," Dalla said. "And for whoever's back of this, take him to Second Level Khiftan and sell him to the priests of Fasif."
He mentioned Fasif, Great God of Khift, in a manner which would have got him an acid-bath if the Khiftan priests had heard him. He alluded to the baroque amatory practices of the Third-Level Illyalla people, and soothed himself, in the classical Dar-Halma tongue, with one of those rambling genealogical insults favored in the Indo-Turanian Sector of the Fourth Level.
Ought to be shanghaied to the Khiftan Sector and sold to the priests of Fasif! A buzzer sounded, and for an instant he thought it would be the message he had seen Hasthor Fan recording. Then he realized that it was the buzzer for the private door, which could only be operated by someone with a special identity sign. He pressed a button and unlocked the door.
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