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Updated: May 23, 2025
Instead of relying on visual signals by the hypno-conditioned Coru-hin-Irigod, send a couple of our men to Careba with midget radios." Skordran Kirv nodded. "Sure. We can condition Coru-hin-Irigod to accept them as friends and vouch for them at Careba. Our boys can be traders and slave buyers. Careba's a market town; traders are always welcome.
Of all the infernal, irresponsible " He almost choked with indignation. "And it was another fourteen hours between the time Skordran sent in his report and I heard about it." "Golzan Doth sent in a report to his company about the same time Skordran Kirv made his first report to his Sector-Regional Subchief." Vall mentioned. "That might be it," Tortha Karf considered.
"Next, we'll have to isolate these slaves," Kiro Soran said. "You'd better make a full report to the Company as soon as possible. I'm going to transpose to Police Terminal Time Line and make my report to the Sector-Regional Subchief. Then " "Now wait a moment, Kirv," Dosu Golan protested. "After all, I'm the manager, even if I am new here. It's up to me to make the decisions "
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."
"Too bad you're not coming back from your vacation, instead of starting out. Chief's Assistant Verkan," Skordran Kirv said. "This is too big for me to handle alone, and I'd sooner work under you than anybody else Chief Tortha sends in." "Vall!" Dalla cried in indignation. "You're not going to just report on this and then walk away from it, are you?"
"Deputy Skordran! Here's Chief's Assistant Verkan, now!" Skordran Kirv moved in front of the screen as the operator got up from his stool. "Hello, Vall; we're all set to move out as soon as you give the word," he said. "We're all in position on antigrav." "That's smart work. We've just finished our gas-bomb net," Vall said. "Going on antigrav now," he added, as he felt the dome lift.
Then they were confining their operations to unpenetrated time lines; there had been no reports of firearms in the hands of the Croutha invaders. "After they buy a batch of slaves," Skordran Kirv continued, "they transpose them to this presumably Fifth Level base, where they have concentration camps.
The conveyer comes in every ten days, at about the same place?" "Yes. I've been thinking of a way we might trap them," Skordran Kirv said. "I'll need more men, and equipment." "Order them from Regional or General Reserve." Vall told him. "This thing's going to have overtop priority till it's cleared up."
"Get this recorded for immediate telecast!... Ready? Beginning: The existence of a huge paratemporal slave trade came to light on the afternoon of One-Five-Nine Day, on a time line of the Third Level Esaron Sector, when Field Agent Skordran Kirv, Paratime Police, discovered, at an orange plantation of Consolidated Outtime Foodstuffs "
Then the red light overhead winked to green, and the dome flickered and solidified into cold, inert metal. The screens lighted up again, and Vall could see Skordran Kirv, across Asia and the Pacific, getting into his helmet. A dot of light in the center of the underview screen widened as the mesh under the conveyer irised open around the pickup.
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