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"Restrain yourself, then," said Mike the Angel, "because I'm Gabriel." Nariaki's smile became genuine. "So! Good! The phone has been screaming at me every half hour for the past five hours. Captain Sir Henry Quill wants you." "He would," Mike said. "How do I get to him?" "You don't just yet," said Nariaki, raising a long, bony, tapering hand.
"Tell the old tyrant," he said firmly, "that I'll be along as soon as the Security Officer is through with me." Nariaki's expression didn't change. "You're through now, Commander, and " "Tell that imitation Apollo to hop it over here fast!" said Quill sharply. "I'll give him a lesson in tyranny." There was a click as the intercom shut off.
Spying for the corrupt and evil alien beings of Diomega Orionis IX?" Nariaki's oriental face became morose again. "For all I know, you are. Who knows what's going on around here?" He got up from behind his desk and led Mike the Angel over to the fingerprinting machine. "Put your hands in here, Commander ... that's it."
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