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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Fine example you set the students!" she remarked. "Flying right into a hot gun range!" Doctor Plemponi, principal of the Colonial School, smiled soothingly. "Eight years ago, your father bawled me out for the very same thing, Trigger! Much more abusively, I must say. You know that was my first meeting with old Runser Argee, and I " "Plemp!"
"True, Major Quillan, sir," said Mihul. "Now try again." The transmitter was silent a few seconds. "Could you guarantee her for three days?" he asked. "I could not," said Mihul. "I couldn't guarantee her another three hours." "As bad as that?" "Yes," said Mihul. "As bad as that. She was controlling herself with Plemponi. But I've been observing her in the physical workouts.
I even let him talk me into doing it under the assumed name of Ruya Farn and" she reached up and touched the side of her head "and to dye my hair. For no sane reason that I could discover! He said the U-League had requested it." Doctor Plemponi coughed. "Well, you know, Trigger, how sensitive the League is to personal notoriety." The eyebrow went up again. "Notoriety?" "Not in the wrong sense!"
Aircars were so nearly accident-proof that even Plemponi couldn't do more than snarl up traffic in one. "Have there been other raids in the school area since I left?" she asked, as he shot up out of the quadrangle and turned toward the balcony of his office. "That was just under four years ago, wasn't it?" Mihul said. "No, you were still with us when we had the last one.... Six years back.
I've done all I can do until I get further instructions from the people supposedly directing this supposedly very urgent and important project! Mantelish doesn't even seem to have a second in command...." Plemponi nodded. "I was told he hadn't selected his Project assistants yet." "Except," said Trigger, "for that little flock of Junior Scientists who keep themselves locked in with the plasmoids.
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.
Plemponi said hastily. "But your name has become much more widely known than you may believe. The news viewers mentioned you regularly in their reports on Harvest Moon and the Commissioner. Didn't they, Mihul?" Mihul nodded. "You made good copy, kid! We saw you in the solidopics any number of times." "Well, maybe," Trigger said. "The cloak and dagger touches still don't make much sense to me.
Doctor Plemponi removed a crammed breakfast tray from a wall chef, took a chair across from Trigger, sat down with the tray on his knees, excused himself, and began to eat and talk simultaneously. "Before we go into that very reasonable complaint you made to Mihul yesterday," he said, "I wish you'd let me point out a few things." Trigger nodded. "Please do."
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.
Mihul, Chief of Physical Conditioning, Women's Division, cautioned sharply from the seat behind him. "Watch what you're doing, you ass!" Confused, Doctor Plemponi turned to look at her. The aircar dropped the last four feet to a jolting landing. Mihul groaned. Plemponi apologized. Trigger walked over to them. "Does he do that often?" she asked interestedly. "Every other time!" Mihul asserted.
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