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Sira longed for one of these handy weapons herself, but they were too expensive: she had been unable to secure one. Now the police car was coming back. The sliding forward door was drawn back, and a man was leaning out, neuro alert. Judging the distance expertly, he pulled the trigger, and a hundred men fell unconscious. "Got 'em!" he snapped over his shoulder. "The princess as well. Down quick!"
Got what's coming to him at last. Help me with this bird: he's still alive. Cold, though!" "Got a shot of neuro. Could this be the technie?" Sime found a fountain of water. He filled a cup, dashed it over the still face. The shock made the man's lips move. "Mellie, I did it!" he whispered. "Who's Mellie?" Sime asked. "Mellie? Seems to me the princess mentioned her name, This is her brother.
I can knock 'em over with a rock, and you can use your neuro, in a pinch." They did, in fact, succeed in capturing one of the little creatures soon afterward, and, dropping a moistened fire pellet on top of a pulp-mound, soon were roasting their meat. Not once, however, did either one relax his vigilance.
Tuman stayed at the front gate with his neuro while the others struggled through the weedy garden to the police ship in the alley, rejoining them as they were ready to rise. A crowd had gathered.
Despite his nausea, Wasil looked happy. "Wilcox tried for me, but I dodged back of those frames. So he tried for me with the neuro. The mob was getting wild outside; there was " He could not finish. There was an explosion that shook the building to its foundations. Tolto came running in. Sira close after him: "Joro is coming. Joro has detonated the warships. The hall guards have surrendered.
This is the first time that a man of the I. F. P. has turned traitor, and if your men hadn't so thoughtfully taken my neuro I'd be pleased to finish you right now!" "But you observe I have a neuro in my hand," remarked the colonel pleasantly, "and so you will remain standing where you are."
They had drifted some hundreds of yards farther and the ground was getting constantly more broken, so the best time to land was as soon as possible. Slowly the little ship settled, scraped on a rock and arrested its slight forward motion, crunching solidly in the stony soil. "Take a neuro, Tolto," Sime advised.
No formal thrust and parry for him, but merely a savage sweep that sent swords, arms and heads flying indiscriminately. Sime, following him, his neuro hissing death from side to side, marveled at his ferocity. He saw a bare-bodied, bleeding fighter leap to Tolto's back, his sword poised for a downward stab for the jugular.
And the princess was no exception. But he looks like nobody's pet now. I'd rather have him peg me with his neuro, though, than to take me in his hands!" They watched as Sime and Tolto slowly walked about in widening circles, and when they were sufficiently far away Murray and Tuman closed in. They had no expectation of finding the ship unlocked, and wasted no time trying to get it.
Instead they climbed a flat-topped block of stone about ten feet high. From this position they could command, with Murray's neuro, anyone who might seek to enter the ship. "These fellows are our best hope," Murray told Tuman. "But we have to convince 'em that we're friends first. Otherwise we're liable to be cold meat, and cold meat can't convince anybody. Keep your head down."
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