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Updated: June 25, 2025
Painfully he forced his way to the top, and looked at the Disan standing a few feet away. They were both too surprised by the sudden encounter to react at once. For a breath of time they stared at each other, unmoving. When they reacted it was the same defense of fear. Brion dropped the girl, bringing the gun up from the holster in the return of the same motion.
The Disan jerked a belled tube from his waistband and raised it to his mouth. Brion didn't fire. A dead man had taught him how to train his empathetic sense, and to trust it. In spite of the fear that wanted him to jerk the trigger, a different sense read the unvoiced emotions of the native Disan. There was fear there, and hatred.
"Too much for my nerves," Telt said, settling his gun back in the holster. "You don't know how happy I'm gonna be when this whole damn thing is over. Even if the planet goes bang, I don't care. I'm finished." He walked out to the sand car, keeping a careful eye on the Disan crouched against the wall. Brion turned back to Lea, whose eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. He went to her.
"We can take our time, because the other boys go in first, soften things up. Then you and I head for the sub-cellar for a radiation check and find you a handsome corpse." Walking at first, then crawling when the dunes no longer shielded them, they crept up on the Disan keep. Dark figures moved ahead of them, stopping only when they reached the crumbling black walls.
Pieces of broken mechanism jarred and rattled inside the lock and the door swung open. When he came back Lea was standing by the body. He held the small power saw with a rotary blade. "Will this do?" he asked. "Runs on its own battery; almost fully charged too." "Perfect," she answered. "You're both going to have to help me." She switched into the Disan language.
All the facts and figures are here in the folder and you can study them later. Right now I want you just to get the idea that this planet is as loathsome and inhospitable as they come. So are the people. This is a solido of a Disan." Lea gasped at the three-dimensional representation on the screen.
What can one man possibly do against a fleet loaded with H-bombs?" As if in answer to the question, Ulv's voice drowned him out, the harsh Disan words slashing the silence of the room. "Kill you, the enemy!" he said. "Kill you umedvirk!" He shouted the last word and his hand flashed to his belt. In a single swift motion he lifted his blowgun and placed it to his lips.
They could find their way by back-tracking. Time was slipping away. He would have liked to bury Ihjel and the men from the car, but the night hours were too valuable to be wasted. The best he could do was put the three corpses in the car, for protection from the Disan animals. He locked the door and threw the key as far as he could into the blackness.
The Disan hunched low, flipped the knife quickly from hand to hand, then thrust it again at Brion's midriff. Only by the merest fractional margin did Brion evade the attack for the second time. Lig-magte fought with utter violence. Every action was as intense as possible, deadly and thorough. There could be only one end to this unequal contest if Brion stayed on the defensive.
Gotta warn Hys." He plugged a throat mike into the transmitter on his tack and spoke quickly into it. There was a stirring below and Brion poured a rain of fire into the tunnel. "They're catching it bad on top, too! We gotta pull out. Go first and I'll cover you." "I came for my Disan I'm not leaving until I get one." "You're crazy! You're dead if you stay!"
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