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Updated: June 25, 2025
"I've resigned from Precol. Got a couple of checks from the Federation. One to cover my expenses on that plasmoid business that was the Dawn City fare mainly and the other for the five weeks special duty they figured I was on for them. So I'm up to five thousand crowns again, and I thought I'd just loaf around and sort of think things over till Quillan gets back from his current assignment."
And seeing Manon's so close to becoming open Federation territory, we haven't tried to enforce minor Precol regulations much lately." "Well " Trigger began. He was still smiling. "Have you been doing it?" she inquired suspiciously. "Swimming in the raw? Certainly. Depends on the company. If you weren't such a little prude, I'd have suggested it tonight. Want to try it later?" Trigger colored.
As the final outrage, she had instructed him to lug her crated cohorts, preserved like Pluly's harem ladies, into the Precol dome to care for them tenderly there and at the proper cued moment to release them for action all under the illusion that they were priceless biological specimens!
"A week might be soon enough," said the Commissioner. "It also might not." "I know it," said Quillan. "But the Aurora does look a little bit obvious, doesn't she?" "Yes," Holati Tate admitted. "Just a little bit." By lunchtime, Trigger was acting almost cordial again. "I've got the Precol job lined up," she reported to Holati Tate. "I'll handle it like I used to, whenever I can.
"Not if we seal the set here." Trigger nodded. "You'll do the talking," she said. "I'll give you Commissioner Tate's personal number. Tell them to dial it. The Precol transmitters pick up ComWeb circuits. Switch on the screen after the call is in; he'll want to see me. When he comes on, just tell him what's happened, where we are, what the layout is. He's to come over with a squad to get us.
There was a gleam of white teeth behind the quick, warm smile which always awoke a responsive glow in her. She and Brule Inger had been the nearest thing to engaged for the last two and a half years, ever since Precol sent them out together to its project on Manon Planet. They'd been dating before that, while they were both still attending the Colonial School.
Not a gabby type, that Rozan. If not gabby, the Precol blonde was a woman of her word. Trigger had just started lunch when the office mail-tube receiver tinkled brightly at her. She reached in, took out a flat plastic carrier, snapped it open. The paper that unfolded itself in her hand was her retransfer application.
Professor Mantelish hadn't yet got back from his latest field trip, and Major Heslet Quillan just wasn't there. It looked, Trigger decided, not at all reluctantly, like a good day to lean into her Precol job a bit. She told the staff to pitch everything not utterly routine her way, and leaned.
Tell him that unless somebody rather promptly gives me a good sane reason for hanging around here, I'll ask Precol to transfer me back to the Manon job." Plemponi tut-tutted gloomily. "Trigger," he said, "I'll do my best about the message. But otherwise " She smiled nicely at him. "I know," she said, "your lips are sealed. Sorry if I've disturbed you, Plemp.
But I'm just a Precol employee, after all. If I'm to waste their time, I'd like to know at least why it's necessary." Plemponi watched her walk out of the room and off down the adjoining hall. In his face consternation struggled with approval. "Lovely little figure, hasn't she?" he said to Mihul. He made vague curving motions in the air with one hand, more or less opposing ones with the other.
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