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Updated: June 15, 2025
"That's definitely Second Level Khiftan," Vall said, handing it back. "Made of braided copper or silver wire and powered with a little nuclear-conversion battery in the grip. They heat up to about two hundred centigrade; produce really painful burns." "Why, that's beastly!" Dalla exclaimed. "Anything on the Khiftan Sector is." Skordran Kirv looked at the four slaves at the tables.
Then the red light overhead winked to green, and the dome flickered and solidified into cold, inert metal. The screens lighted up again, and Vall could see Skordran Kirv, across Asia and the Pacific, getting into his helmet. A dot of light in the center of the underview screen widened as the mesh under the conveyer irised open around the pickup.
"Deputy Skordran! Here's Chief's Assistant Verkan, now!" Skordran Kirv moved in front of the screen as the operator got up from his stool. "Hello, Vall; we're all set to move out as soon as you give the word," he said. "We're all in position on antigrav." "That's smart work. We've just finished our gas-bomb net," Vall said. "Going on antigrav now," he added, as he felt the dome lift.
There were bins along the walls, some partly full of oranges, and piles of wicker baskets. Another conveyer dome stood beside the one in which they had arrived; two men in white cloaks and riding boots sat on the edge of one of the bins, smoking and talking. Skordran Kirv introduced them Gathon Dard and Krador Arv, special detectives and asked if anything new had come up.
On the landing stage of the Sector-Regional Headquarters at Novilan Equivalent, four or five people were waiting for them. Vall recognized the subchief, Vulthor Tharn, who introduced another man, in riding boots and a white cloak, as Skordran Kirv. Vall clasped hands with him warmly. "Good work, Agent Skordran. You got onto this promptly." "I tried to, sir. Do you want the dope now?
She had stopped sobbing, now, and her voice was clear and cheerful. Vall went over to the long table. "Those slaves were still chained with the Wizard Traders' chains when they were delivered here. Where are the chains?" he asked Skordran Kirv. "In the permanent conveyer room," Skordran Kirv said.
We questioned Coru-hin-Irigod pretty closely on that point, and he says that this is the first time he ever brought a batch of Nebu-hin-Abenoz's outlanders this far west." The interrogations were being conducted inside the plantation house, in the secret central rooms where the paratimers lived. Skordran Kirv used a door-activator to slide open a hidden door.
Finally, they were all placed; he reported the fact to Skordran Kirv and then picked up a hand-phone. "Everybody ready for transposition?" he called. "On my count. Thirty seconds ... Twenty seconds ... Fifteen seconds ... Five seconds ... Four seconds ... Three seconds ... Two seconds ... One second, out!" All the screens went gray.
Everything was cleaned out on Skordran Kirv's end." "Tell him to try the Mississippi, Missouri and Ohio Valleys," Tortha Karf said. "A lot of those slaves are sure to have been sold to Second Level Khiftan Sector." "Well, it looks as though our vacation's out the window for a long time," Dalla said resignedly. "Why don't you and Vall go to my farm, on Fifth Level Sicily," Tortha Karf suggested.
"Well, sir, it seems that this is more serious than we had anticipated. Field Agent Skordran, who will give you the particulars, says that there is every indication that a large and well-organized gang of paratemporal criminals, our own people, are at work.
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