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Updated: May 15, 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.
Plemponi glanced nervously across the balcony at the cloudless blue sky about the quadrangle. "The impression I got from Holati Tate," he said, "is that somebody might." There was a tube portal at the end of the hall outside Doctor Plemponi's office.
It had occurred to her that there was a chance otherwise of getting caught in a Colonial School roundup, if it was brought to Doctor Plemponi's attention that there appeared to be considerably more students out on the town at the moment than could be properly overlooked. Or even, Trigger thought, if somebody simply happened to have missed Trigger Argee.
She was a tall, lean, muscular slab of a woman, around forty. She gave Trigger a wink behind Plemponi's back. "We keep the chiropractors on stand-by duty when we go riding with Plemp." "Now then! Now then!" Doctor Plemponi said. "You distracted my attention for a moment, that's all.
Had breakfast yet, Trigger?" Trigger had finished breakfast a half-hour earlier, but she accepted a cup of coffee. Mihul, all athlete, declined. She went over to Plemponi's desk and stood leaning against it, arms folded across her chest, calm blue eyes fixed thoughtfully on Trigger.
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