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"Imagine!" said Quillan thoughtfully. "Uh got something to seal up the clothes?" "Yes," Lyad said. "Bring it here, Flam." "Toss it, Flam!" cautioned Quillan. "Remember the leg." Lyad's hands did things to the clothes at her back. Then they went away. "You can sit up now, Trigger!" Quillan's voice informed her loudly. "Sort of slide down easy off the table and see if you can stand."
A little while later, Lyad, showing indications of restrained surprise, was helping Trigger prepare dinner. They took it into the lounge. Quillan remained at the controls while the others started eating. Trigger fixed up a tray and brought it to him. "Thanks for the rescue, Major!" she said. He grinned up at her. "It was a pleasure." Trigger glanced back at the little group in the lounge.
So could the top ranks of the Devagas hierarchy. Lyad, at the moment, could not. She did know that Trigger Argee's importance was associated directly with that of plasmoid 113-A. This information had been obtained from a Devagas operator, now dead. Not Balmordan. The operator had been in charge of the attempted pickup on Evalee.
That covers it, I think." They looked at each other for a moment. "With the information you got from Balmordan," Trigger remarked, "you should still be able to make a very good dicker with the Council, First Lady. I understand they're very eager to get the plasmoid mess straightened out quietly." Lyad lifted one shoulder in a brief shrug. "Perhaps," she said. "Let's move!" said Trigger.
"I mentioned that we had Lyad on board to that Pilch person. She said she'd speak to the Council. We're to hang on to Lyad and when Pilch gets to Luscious she'll interview her." Trigger grinned. "Now that," she remarked, "gives me a feeling of great satisfaction, somehow. When Pilch gets her little mitts on someone, there isn't much left out." "I had that impression.
The child, I believe, is prepared to attack us at any opportune moment." He smiled. "Show her first why her position is hopeless. Then we shall see." "Why, it's not in the least hopeless," Lyad said. "And please feel no concern about the Doctor, Trigger. His methods are quite painless and involve none of the indignities of a chemical investigation.
He's a biostructure. A very intelligent one, but speech isn't included in his pattern." Trigger kept looking at the golden-furred nightmare. "How can he see to guard you through all that hair?" "He doesn't see," Lyad said. "At least not as we do. Pilli's part of one of our Tranest experiments the original stock came from the Maccadon life banks, a small golden-haired Earth monkey.
"You're safe when you're in one of those things, Belchik!" Quillan said reassuringly. "Wouldn't you feel a little safer there yourself, Lyad? If you say they're not even sure they've killed the creature...." "I probably shall have a cubicle set up here," Lyad said. "But not as protection against a catassin. It would never get past Pilli, for one thing." She looked at Trigger. "Oh, I forgot.
Pilli swung up on his feet. It was an impressively effortless motion. There was a thick wide torso on short thick legs under the golden fur. The structure was gorilla-like. Pilli might weigh around four hundred pounds. He started silently forward and Trigger felt a tingle of alarm. But he stopped six feet away. She looked at him. "Do I say something to Pilli?" Lyad looked pleased. "No.
That gimmick's pretty much of a spilled secret now, but on a swap for you and Lyad it was worth it. We came aboard five minutes after we'd nabbed your fac." "The Ermetyne figured you'd go chasing after the Aurora," Trigger said. "Well," the Commissioner said tolerantly, "the Ermetyne's pretty young. The Aurora was a bit obvious."
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