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Updated: June 14, 2025
"That sort of an up-and-sideways lilt when she walks." "Uh-huh," said Mihul. "Old goats." "Eh?" said Doctor Plemponi. "I overheard you discussing Trigger's lilt with Mantelish." Plemponi sat down at his desk. "You shouldn't eavesdrop, Mihul," he said severely. "I'd better get that message promptly to Tate, I suppose. She meant what she said, don't you think?" "Every bit of it," said Mihul.
Trigger's fingernails drummed the table top briefly. She wet her lips. "I don't know," she admitted. "Of course," said Mihul, "all this unpleasantness can be avoided very easily. There's always the fourth method." "What's that?" "Just give parole." "No parole," Trigger said thinly. "All right. Which of the other ways will it be?" Trigger didn't hesitate. "The sporting chance," she said.
"That's right," said Mihul. "Let's go, kid." They went out through the door that had appeared in the wall. It closed again behind them. The facsimile stood up from behind a table at which she had been sitting as Trigger and Mihul came into the room. She gave Trigger a brief, impersonal glance, then looked at Mihul. Mihul performed no introductions.
"It probably is," Quillan admitted. "Everything seems to be, right now. I've given up trying to keep up with that. Anyway I don't know that she has. Neither does the Commissioner. But he's worried. And Argee has a date she doesn't know about with the Psychology Service, four days from now." "The eggheads?" Mihul was startled. "What do they want with her?"
And Trigger was a trickier monkey than most that way, when she felt like it. She'll fade out of here whenever she wants to." "It's those damn tube portal systems!" said Quillan, with feeling. "Most gruesome invention that ever hit the tailing profession." He sighed. "You win, Mihul! The Commissioner isn't in at the moment. But whether he gets in or not, I'll have someone over today to pick her up.
"No. She's on Maccadon." "Is she how's she doing?" "Doing all right," Quillan said. "She sends her regards and says a little less heft on the next solar plexus you torpedo should be good enough." Trigger flushed. "She isn't sore, is she?" "Not the way you mean," he considered. "Not many people have jumped Mihul successfully. In her cockeyed way, she seemed pretty proud of her student."
Mihul considered. "She would have been very annoyed with Commissioner Tate," she said. "I don't blame her for that I'd be, too, in the circumstances. When he got back, she'd have wanted a reasonable explanation for what has been going on. If she didn't get one that satisfied her, she'd have quit. But she would have waited till he got back. Why not, after all?"
I've caught up with my reading, and Mihul has put me through two of her tune-up commando courses. But the point is that I'm not on vacation. I don't believe Precol would feel that any of my present activities come under the heading of detached duty work!" There was a short silence. Plemponi stared down at his empty tray, said, "Excuse me," got up and walked over to the wall chef with the tray.
"Very pleasant," Trigger agreed. "I've been suspecting it was you who suggested it would be a good place to wait in." "No," Mihul said. "Though I might have, if anyone had asked me. But Whatzzit's handling all the arrangements, it seems. Now we could have fun here which, I suspect, would be the purpose as far as you're concerned." "Fun?" Trigger said.
But she's all wound up to start swinging herself. She isn't going to do much waiting either." Quillan said thoughtfully, "Hasn't she been that way for quite a while?" "Not like she's been the last few days." Mihul hesitated. "Would it be against security if you told me whether something has happened to her?" "Happened to her?" Quillan repeated cautiously. "To her mind." "What makes you think so?"
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