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"That was one I'd never thought of," he admitted. "The old fox is still the old fox. No, tell them nothing; we'll just take them along and show them. Oh, and where are Dr. Hadron Dalla and that girl of Salgath Trod's?" "They're sleeping, now. Rest Room Eighteen."
An important bulletin has just come in from Nagorabar, Home Time Line, on the Indian subcontinent " "You can stop swearing, now, Karf," Dalgroth Sorn grinned. "I think this is it." Kostran Galth sat on the edge of the couch, with one arm around Zinganna's waist; on the other side of him, Hadron Dalla lay at full length, her elbows propped and her chin in her hands.
"Well, the data isn't too complete, but one of our people has run into trouble on that sector, and needs rescuing a psychic-science researcher, a young lady named Hadron Dalla. I believe you know her, don't you?" Tortha Karf asked innocently. "Slightly," Verkan Vall deadpanned. "I enjoyed a brief but rather hectic companionate-marriage with her, about twenty years ago.
She went to Gindrabar, on Venus, and transposed to the Second Paratime Level, to a station maintained by Outtime Import & Export Trading Corporation a zerfa plantation just east of the High Ridge country. There she assumed an identity as the daughter of a planter, and took the name of Dallona of Hadron.
Then Dirzed the Assassin drew the pistol he had lately received as a gift, hefted it in his hand, thumbed off the safety, and aimed at the back of Garnon's head. They had nearly reached the end of the room when the pistol cracked. Dallona of Hadron started, almost as though the bullet had crashed into her own body, then caught herself and kept on walking. She closed her eyes and laid a hand on Dr.
In the foreground, wearing a tight skirt of deep blue and a short red jacket, was Hadron Dalla, just as she had looked in the solidographs taken in Dhergabar after her alteration by the First Level cosmeticians to conform to the appearance of the Malayoid Akor-Neb people.
The Lady Dallona of Hadron is a scientist of integrity, incapable of falsifying her experimental work. What's more, her father is one of my best friends; in his name, and in hers, I demand a full retraction of the slanderous statements you have just made." "Do you know who I am?" the beefy one shouted. "I know what you are," Verkan Vall shouted back.
Then he took to his heels and followed the Assassins and Hadron Dalla into Prince Jirzyn's apartment. As he ran through the open door, the Assassins were letting Dalla down into a chair; they instantly threw themselves into the work of barricading the doorway so as to provide cover and at the same time allow them to fire out into the central well.
We may be able to get something that'll help us on that end " "You may be able to have your vacation before too long, Dr. Hadron," Skordran Kirv told her. "Once we capture one of their conveyers, the instrument panel'll tell us what time line they're working from, and then we'll have them."
On the third or fourth bar, Dalla woke and sat up, waking Zinganna, and blinked at him perplexedly. "What time is it?" she asked. "About 1245," he told her. "Ohhh! We just got to sleep," she said. "We're both bushed!" "You had a hard time. Feel all right after your narco-hyp, Zinganna?" "It wasn't so bad, and I had a nice sleep. And Dalla ... Dr. Hadron, I mean " "Dalla," Vall's wife corrected.
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