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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Get this recorded for immediate telecast!... Ready? Beginning: The existence of a huge paratemporal slave trade came to light on the afternoon of One-Five-Nine Day, on a time line of the Third Level Esaron Sector, when Field Agent Skordran Kirv, Paratime Police, discovered, at an orange plantation of Consolidated Outtime Foodstuffs "
When she got back to Home Time Line, she'd put a crew of mediums to work trying to contact the discarnate former plantation manager; at Rhogom Institute, she had been working on the problem of return of a discarnate personality from outtime. "A few times," Skordran Kirv said. "Nothing suspicious; all local stuff.
So nobody on the Paratime Sector went to the Abzar Sector. There was nothing there except a hiding-place. "Well, message that to Subchief Ranthar Jard, Kholghoor Sector at Nharkan Equivalent, and to Subchief Vulthor, Esaron Sector, Novilan Equivalent," Vall said. "And be sure to mark what you send Vulthor, 'Immediate attention Deputy Subchief Skordran."
Instead of relying on visual signals by the hypno-conditioned Coru-hin-Irigod, send a couple of our men to Careba with midget radios." Skordran Kirv nodded. "Sure. We can condition Coru-hin-Irigod to accept them as friends and vouch for them at Careba. Our boys can be traders and slave buyers. Careba's a market town; traders are always welcome.
He says that he's found evidence of activities on Fourth Level Kholghoor that don't agree with any information we have about conditions on that sector." "Beside transmitting Agent Skordran's report to Dhergabar through the robot report-system, what have you done about it?" "I confirmed Agent Skordran in charge of the local investigation, and gave him two detectives and a psychist, sir.
There seems to be a break in the number sequence in here; that would be the time line Skordran Kirv found those slaves on." He reached for the pipe he had left on the desk when he had gone to Police Terminal and began filling it. A little later, a buzzer sounded and a light came on on one of the communication boxes. He flipped the switch and said, "Verkan Vall here."
Skordran Kirv asked, as the aircar lifted from the landing stage. "Not at all. My wife and I are starting on our vacation, as soon as I find out what's been happening here, and report to Chief Tortha. Did your native troopers catch those slavers?" "Yes, they got them yesterday afternoon; we've had them ever since.
Krador Arv shook his head. "We still have about forty to go," he said. "Nothing new in their stories; still the same two time lines." "These people," Skordran Kirv explained, "were all peons on the estate of a Kharanda noble just above the big bend of the Ganges. The Croutha hit their master's estate about a ten-days ago, elapsed time.
The conveyer comes in every ten days, at about the same place?" "Yes. I've been thinking of a way we might trap them," Skordran Kirv said. "I'll need more men, and equipment." "Order them from Regional or General Reserve." Vall told him. "This thing's going to have overtop priority till it's cleared up."
That reminded him of something; as soon as he was through with Zulthran, he got out an order in the name of Tortha Karf authorizing Skordran Kirv's promotion on a permanent basis and messaged it out. Something was going to have to be done with Vulthor Tharn, too. A promotion of course say Deputy Bureau Chief.
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