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Updated: June 14, 2025
Mihul stepped into the portal, punched the number of her personal quarters, waited till the overhead light flashed green a few seconds later, and stepped out into another hall seventeen floors below Plemponi's office and a little over a mile and a half away from it. Mihul crossed the hall, went into her apartment, locked the door behind her and punched a shield button.
Matter of fact, I'll come along myself." "Good for you, boy!" Mihul said relievedly. "Did you get anything out of yesterday's grabbers?" "A little. 'Get her, don't harm her' were their instructions. Otherwise it was like with those other slobs. A hole in the head where the real info should be. But at least we know for sure now that someone is specifically after Argee.
The price was kind of interesting." "What was it?" "Flat half million credits." Mihul whistled. "Poor Trigger!" "Well, nobody's very likely to earn the money." "I hope not. She's a good kid. All right, Major. Signing off now." "Hold on a minute," said Quillan. "You asked a while ago if the girl had gone ta-ta." "So I did," Mihul said, surprised. "You didn't say. I figured it was against security."
So any time you try and miss, Comteen, mama is going to pin you down fast, and hot up your seat with whatever is handiest." Trigger stared at her. She cleared her throat. "While I'm carrying a gun?" she said shakily. "Don't be ridiculous, Mihul!" "You're not going to gun me for keeps to get out of a licking," Mihul said. "And that's all the Yool can do. How else will you stop me?"
"I don't think I really had much choice, did I?" "Afraid not," he admitted. "It's one of those things that just have to be done. But you won't find it all bad. Your companion, by the way, for the next three days will be Mihul." "Mihul!" Trigger exclaimed. "Right there," said Mihul's voice. Trigger swung around in her chair. Mihul stood in a door which had appeared in the full wall of the room.
Mihul stretched a little more for the next shot. Trigger wheeled matter-of-factly, dropping the Yool, left elbow close in to her side. Her left fist rammed solidly into Mihul's bare brown midriff, just under the arch of the rib cage. That punch, in those precise circumstances, would have paralyzed the average person. It didn't quite paralyze Mihul.
"How did you get her to talk?" he asked. "We went back into the woods a bit. I tied her over a stump and broke two sticks across the first seat of Tranest. Got the idea from Mihul sort of," Trigger added vaguely. "When I picked up a third stick, Lyad got awfully anxious to keep things at just a fast conversational level. We kept it there." "Hm," said the Commissioner.
Mihul considered him. "Guess he's in charge here," she said. She waved a hand at the pup. "Go find 'em, old boy! We'll string along." He loped off swiftly, a lean brown houndlike creature, a Grand Commerce development of some aristocratic Terran breed and probably a considerable improvement on the best of his progenitors. He curved around a thick clump of shrubs like a low-flying hawk.
"Like what?" Trigger asked. "Oh," Mihul said, "there're all sorts of possibilities, of course." She nodded her head at the guns. "Like yanking the Denton out of my holster and feeding me a dose of the stunner. Or picking up that coffee pot there and tapping me on the skull with it. It's about the right weight." Trigger said thoughtfully, "I don't think either of those would work."
"Little hypo gun here. That's the alternative." "What!" "That's right. Same type of charge as in your fancy Denton. Stuff in the glass is easier to take and won't leave you groggy." "What's the idea?" "I've known you quite a while," said Mihul. "And I was watching you the last twenty minutes in that room through a screen. You'll take off again if you get the least chance. I don't blame you a bit.
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