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As Pyuf twisted the dials he spoke rapidly over his shoulder to Thane. "We're quite isolated here. The house belongs to the old boy you met in the lab. He's been checked for security by Candar so we figured we were safe here. There's a detection screen about a kilometer hour from the house, and we have a force screen we can use as a last resort.
The stuff was yellow, sticky, sweet, and without the slightest doubt, alcoholic. When Thane could manage to speak, he said, "By all means, Pyuf. I'm sure that both my opponent and I will contribute to the internes, dead or alive. Shall we proceed with the main event?" Before answering, Pyuf poured a small chaser from the same bottle and stood up, a little unsteadily. "By all means.
What had been Pyuf was at the instrument cabinet, one hand still on the fused panel. Manning Reine was not there. There was a tremble of panic in Astrid's voice. "Roger, they killed them ... and ... where is Dad?" "They killed them deliberately with hand weapons after they knocked down the screen. And they have your father now. That was their purpose." "What will they do to him?
Nothing else will stop a Darzent Robot. And even the screen probably won't last long. That ship looks as though it has enough high powered stuff to breach any screen we can put up." Astrid looked up at him. "We do have the jet, Roger. It's armed, but it will take time to get it ready for take-off." "Let's get the force screen up now, then." Pyuf snapped switches.
But before we start I might mention that I have been ordained in fourteen systems' religions and will be glad to perform last rites...." "Enough, enough," said the Third, who was beginning to show signs of nervousness. "Let us get on with it." Pyuf stepped over to the weapons racks and removed a set of knives and a pair of anti-grav jackets. He laid them on his table and gestured to the Third.
It's just a question of time." Thane calmly reached over and took the bottle from Pyuf. He filled his glass and looked at the bottle, then at Pyuf, Astrid, and Reine. "All right. We have our bottleneck. And we have our cork the Onzarian fleet. Just how do you propose we shove the cork into the bottle?" Astrid was the first to answer. "We'll take the fleet! The Onzarians are ready for freedom!"
And, if we can convince you, we badly need your help." "It'll take some convincing from what's happened up to now. But go ahead." "Ever wonder," Pyuf went on, "why the Darzent Empire hasn't attacked? What are they waiting for? They're aggressive.
"Take a knife and jacket." The Third chose the knife and jacket to the left without more than a cursory glance. Pyuf reached in his jacket pocket and brought out one of the twelve-faced dies of Kadenar. "Pyuf, the gambler," he said. "You two gentlemen will now roll the die. He who is high has his choice of either group of weapons."
Before we go any further, let's have it." "If you were an agent of Candar we would have eliminated you," Pyuf said. "You had already learned too much, and you had shown that you were a dangerous man. If you were a Liaison agent, it was still necessary for you to 'die. At the moment, it's imperative that no word of our activity gets to the Allied Systems.
After the principals and seconds had signed the register and all fees had been paid, Pyuf leaned back in his chair, lit one of the fashionable 30 centimeter cigarettes, and explained the rules. "In general, no criminal nor civil disability attaches to actions of the principals within this enclosure. Certain fines, however, are imposed if the rules are not followed.
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