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Updated: June 14, 2025
In Ceyce a short two hours after she'd felled Mihul, Trigger called the interstellar spaceport and learned that the Dawn City was open to passengers and their guests. Birna Drellgannoth picked up her tickets and went on board, mingling unostentatiously with a group in a mood of festive leave-taking.
The Federation must have an enormous variety of means at its disposal when it set out seriously to locate one of its missing citizens. But the Dawn City would be some hours on its way before Mihul even began to think coherently again. She'd spread the alarm then, but it should be a while before they started to suspect Trigger had left the planet. Maccadon was her home world, after all.
If she'd needed assistance, the hunting lodge was full of potential helpers. She didn't. "I never claimed I liked this arrangement," Trigger said carefully. "I did say I'd go along with it. I will. Isn't that enough?" "Sure," Mihul said promptly. "Give word of parole?" There was a long pause. "No!" Trigger said. "I thought not. Drink or gun?" "Drink," Trigger said coldly. She took the glass.
Trigger stood there, shaking violently, looking down at Mihul and fighting the irrational conviction that she had just committed cold-blooded murder. The gun-pup trotted up with the one downed bird. He placed it reverently by Mihul's outflung hand. Then he sat back on his haunches and regarded Trigger with something of the detached compassion of a good undertaker.
"Something you pick up in some sections of the Evalee tropics, isn't it?" Mihul nodded. "That's what you did, child! Skipped your shots on the last trip we took and six months later you're still paying for it. You were in one of those typical Dykart fever comas when we brought you in last night." "Very clever!" Trigger commented acidly. "Very." Mihul pursed her lips.
The hopper settled down near the center of their territory, guided the last half mile by Mihul who had fancied the looks of some shrub-cluttered ravines ahead. Trigger opened the door on her side. The gun-pup leaped lightly across the seat and came out behind her. He turned to look over his huntresses and gave them a wag, a polite but perfunctory one. Then he stood waiting for orders.
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