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"Well, Evald, what do you think? Does it strike you that Kennon's sincere or does it sound as though he has something up his sleeve?" "If he does," Blalok said, "I don't know what it could be. I wouldn't take a job on Olympus if you gave it to me." "If he doesn't know about the place," Alexander said thoughtfully, "it's probable that his suggestion was honest. I think it is but I'm not sure.
Until you face up to your responsibilities you are merely a member of a dominant race, not a civilized one." Kennon's reply caught in his throat. His eyes widened as he looked at her, and what he was about to say remained unspoken. "Out of the mouths of humanoids " he muttered oddly. "What does that mean?" Copper asked. "Forget it," Kennon said wildly. "Leave me alone. Go put on some clothes.
George charged hands reaching for Kennon's throat, face twisted in a snarl of rage and hate. But even as he charged Kennon moved. He ducked beneath the Lani's outstretched hands and drove his left fist deep into George's belly just below the breastbone. Air whistled out of the Lani's gaping mouth as he bent double from the power of the blow.
Something important has come up." Something important! A wave of ice rattled down Kennon's spine, and then he grinned feebly. Alexander didn't know. He couldn't know. It had to be something else. "I'll be right up," he said, marveling at the calmness in his voice. Kennon couldn't help comparing this meeting with the one a year ago.
"He doesn't look so dangerous," Kennon said. "Watch it!" Douglas warned. "Don't get too close!" But the warning was too late. Kennon touched the bars, and as he did, the Lani moved with fluid speed, one huge hand clutching Kennon's sleeve and pulling him against the bars while the other darted for his throat. Fingers bit into Kennon's neck and tightened in a viselike grip.
It seems that they were a unit in a missionary fleet that had gone out to the stars with flame in their hearts and Gospel on their lips to bring the Word to the benighted heathen on other worlds." Kennon's lips curled with mild contempt at their stupid foolhardiness even as his pulse quickened to their bravery.
He wished that it was someone else rather than Copper who was going through this trial. He was nervous, unsure, and guilty. In a word, he felt like a man whose mate was giving birth to their first child. "It's a boy," Dr. Brainard said. He smiled down at Kennon's haggard face. "How is Copper?" Kennon asked. "Fine she's healthy as a horse."
Her mind, assaulted by sensations no untrained person should experience, went into shock. But she wasn't granted the mercy of unconsciousness. Terrified by a pseudo reality that surpassed her wildest nightmares, she stared wide-eyed at the control room and the thing that had been Kennon. She screamed until her throat was raw, until the monster beside her touched her with Kennon's hands.
One of the handcuff rings scraped across Kennon's cheek, but did nothing more than break the skin. Half paralyzed by the blows to his solar plexus, George's co-ordination was badly impaired. But he kept trying. Kennon wrapped lean fingers about one of George's outstretched hands, bent, pivoted, and slammed the Lani with bone-crushing force against the bars of a nearby cell.
There was another clash of metal, and a harsh voice boomed through the corridors. "Fourteen seconds. Well done. Secure stations!" The trooper grinned. "That ties the record," he said. "We can go now." The corridor ended abruptly at an iris flanked by two sentries. They conferred briefly with Kennon's guide, dilated the iris, and motioned for Kennon to enter.
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