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Updated: May 9, 2025
At last, he pulled a notepad to him, wrote a brief indorsement to the Fiscal chief, and clipped it to the part of the report dealing with Graham's older designs. He replaced his pen in its stand and leaned back, to stare at his junior, who stood at rigid attention. "Yes?" "Sector Leader Bond, sir, reporting as ordered." Bond saluted.
"The section chiefs and field leaders are in the conference room, sir." "Very good." Morely pushed back his chair. "I'll be right in." He stepped through the door and crossed the outer office to the conference room. As he entered, there was a rustle of motion. The section chiefs and field leaders stood at attention around the table, waiting. At each place at the table was a blank notepad.
He reached into a pouch on his belt, pulled out a small notepad. "Is this okay?" "It is fine. Would you put it on the table, please?" He did as she asked. She stared hard at it for perhaps five seconds, concentrating, then the pad rose from the table. Apparently on its own, it circled the room, then settled gently back to its starting place in front of the Ranger. For long seconds, nobody spoke.
"Well, that's different; that makes them suspects." The lieutenant seemed relieved. "We'll pump that pair out right away." When he got back to Tortha Karf's office, the Chief was awake, and doodling on his notepad with his multicolor pen. Vall looked at the pad and winced; the Chief was doodling bugs again red ants with black legs, and blue-and-green beetles.
He has no right, under the circumstances, to deny that the Fuzzies be referred to as 'people. This is tantamount to insisting that the witness speak of them as nonsapient animals." It went on like that for five minutes. Jack began doodling on a notepad. Baby picked up a pencil with both hands and began making doodles too. They looked rather like the knots he had been learning to tie.
"Oh, I doubt it'll come quite to that, Harv," he said. "But just to be on the safe side, take that company and the gentlemen who are with you and get up to the mountains and join the Crown Prince and his party. Here." He took a notepad from his belt pouch and wrote rapidly, sealing the note and giving it to Dorflay. "Give this to His Highness, and place yourself under his orders.
A large, plump-faced, young man in soiled khaki shirt and shorts, with extremely hairy legs, was doodling on his notepad and eating candy out of a bag. And a black-haired girl in a suit of coveralls three sizes too big for her, and, apparently, not much of anything else, lounged with one knee hooked over her chair-arm, staring into the screen at the distant horizon.
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