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Updated: May 24, 2025
It was still solidly aground in the center of the landing grid. Hoddan had bade farewell to his audience from the floor of the ambassador's ground-car, which at that moment was safely within the extra-territorial circle about the spaceship. He turned off the set and got up and brushed himself off. He got out of the car. The ambassador followed him and shook his hand.
There's a Talent," she added, "a young boy who can find people. He doesn't know how he does it, but.... We'll find you!" The ground-car turned in at the fleet's take-off ground. The normal interstellar traffic of a planet, of course, was handled by a spaceport, with ships brought down to ground and lifted out to space again by the force-fields generated in a giant landing-grid.
"Honestly, it's true! And don't forget about the liner!" She followed her father out of the room. Outside, as they got into the waiting ground-car, she said to her father, "If he smiled, I think I'd like him." But Bors did not know that at the time. He would probably not have paid any attention if he had.
Overdrive was sometimes not fast enough but solar-system drive was infuriatingly slow. Yet one couldn't use overdrive in a solar system. Approaching a planet on overdrive would be like trying to garage a ground-car at sixty miles an hour. One couldn't stop where one wanted to. He wondered vaguely if Logan, the math Talent, could handle such a problem, and dismissed the idea.
The ground-car ran on wheels, and wheels were not much used on modern worlds. Dara was behind the times in more ways than one. "This car will take you to Defense and you can tell them anything you want. But don't try to sneak back in this ship! It'll be guarded!" The ground-car was enclosed, with room for a driver and the three from the Med Ship.
He was sure that there he would find the leads he so desperately needed and probably only there could he get them. They picked up his luggage, then all got into a large, black ground-car, and as it started the men lowered curtains over the windows.
Some of the landing-party rushed to it. Four went in. There were the reports of blast-rifles. Smoke and the smell of burnt insulation drifted out. Others of the magically arrived men went methodically down the street, examining each ground-car in turn. One of them cupped his hands and bellowed for the information of alarmed citizens: "Attention, please! We're from the pirate ship Isis.
Your medical men will know something about him. This is a Med Ship and I'm a Med Ship man, and he's an important member of the crew. He's a Med Ship tormal and he stays with me!" The man with the blue hand said harshly; "There's somebody waiting to ask you questions. Here!" A ground-car came rolling out from the side of the landing-grid enclosure.
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