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"They're going to follow us," he said. "If they hadn't, I would have turned back and gunned our way on board that lopsided disgrace of theirs." "Follow us? Where?" He grunted. "A place called Luscious. We'll be there in under a week. It'll take them about three. But they're starting immediately." Trigger blinked. "Looks like the plasmoids have made it to the head of the problem list!"
"The raiders were a half mile away from where they should have come down if the plasmoids were what they wanted. And from what I saw of them, they weren't nearly a big enough gang for a job of that kind." "I thought so, too," Mihul said. "They were topflight professionals, in any case. I got a glimpse of some of their equipment. Knockout guns foggers and that was a fast car!"
She picked up a small jar, emptied some spicy-smelling, crumbly contents out on the table, dropped the plasmoids inside, closed the jar and left the apartment with it. Brule was just beginning to stir and groan. Commissioner Tate hadn't retired yet. He let her in without a word. Trigger put the jar down on a table. "Three of your nuts and bolts in there," she said. He nodded. "I know."
She glanced at her watch, walked around a scale model of Harvest Moon, the O.G. station, which occupied the center of the Hall, and went on among the exhibits. There were views taken on Manon Planet in one alcove, mainly of Manon's aerial plankton belt and of the giant plasmoids called Harvesters which had moved about the belt, methodically engulfing its clouds of living matter.
"You know," she had told the Commissioner thoughtfully the day before, "by the time we're done, Lyad will know more about plasmoids than anyone in the Hub except Mantelish!" He didn't look concerned. "Won't matter much. By the time we're done, she and the rest of the Ermetynes will have had to cough up control of Tranest. They've broken treaty with this business." "Oh," Trigger said.
Practically everybody else seemed to feel that plasmoids were the biggest improvement since the creation of Eve. She switched the viewer presently to its local-news setting and dialed in the Manon System's reference number. Keeping tab on what was going on out there had become a private little ritual of late.
Are you aware that six of the plasmoids which were distributed to responsible laboratories throughout the Hub have been lost to unknown raiders?" She was startled. "No, I didn't know that. I heard there'd been some unsuccessful attempts to steal distributed plasmoids." "These six attempts," Rak said primly, "were completely successful.
"One of them got lively enough for poor old Azol, didn't it?" Professor Mantelish rumbled from his armchair. Trigger grimaced. Doctor Azol's fate might be one of the things that had given her a negative attitude towards plasmoids. With Mantelish and Doctor Gess Fayle, Azol had been the third of the three big U-League boys in charge of the initial investigation on Harvest Moon.
It was motionless except that the end nearest her shifted in a short arc from side to side, as if the thing suffered from a very slow twitch. "One of the plasmoids obviously," she said. "A jumpy one." She blinked at it. "Looks like that 113. Is it?" She glanced around.
Security.... Trigger wrinkled her nose. Security didn't mean a thing. Everybody and everything associated with the Old Galactic plasmoids had been wrapped up in Federation security measures since the day the plasmoid discovery was announced. And she'd been in the middle of the operations concerning them right along. Why should Holati Tate have turned secretive on her now?
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