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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Good idea," Tortha Karf approved. "I'll order that done, right away. Now " Oddly enough, she wasn't feeling so angry, now that she had committed herself and Vall. Come to think of it, she had never been on Police Terminal Time Line; very few people, outside the Paratime Police, ever had. And, she had always wanted to learn more about Vall's work, and participate in it with him.
Verkan Vall's arm squeezed around her waist, and he laughed comfortingly. "You see? Any sort of result is possible, good or bad. So don't blame yourself in advance for something you can't possibly estimate." An idea occurred to him, and he straightened in the seat.
On the third or fourth bar, Dalla woke and sat up, waking Zinganna, and blinked at him perplexedly. "What time is it?" she asked. "About 1245," he told her. "Ohhh! We just got to sleep," she said. "We're both bushed!" "You had a hard time. Feel all right after your narco-hyp, Zinganna?" "It wasn't so bad, and I had a nice sleep. And Dalla ... Dr. Hadron, I mean " "Dalla," Vall's wife corrected.
The screen exploded into a kaleidoscopic flash of lights and colors, then cleared again. This time, a man looked out of it. He was well into middle age; close to his three hundredth year. His hair, a uniform iron-gray, was beginning to thin in front, and he was acquiring the beginnings of a double chin. His name was Tortha Karf, and he was Chief of Paratime Police, and Verkan Vall's superior.
Olirzon hooted. "You must think our principal's as bad a shot as you are!" The four Assassins stepped aside and held a long discussion about something, with considerable argument and gesticulation. Klarnood, observing Verkan Vall's impatience, leaned close to him and whispered: "This is highly irregular; we must pretend ignorance and be patient. They're laying bets on the outcome.
Verkan Vall found Sirzob's head in his sights and squeezed; the pistol kicked back in his hand, and he saw a lance of blue flame jump from the muzzle of Sirzob's. Both weapons barked together, and with the double report came the whip-cracking sound of Sirzob's bullet passing Verkan Vall's head. Then Sirzob's face altered its appearance unpleasantly, and he pitched forward.
"You can't fight the Council and the whole Management! They'll tear you into inch bits!" "I can hold them off till Vall's able to raid those Abzar Sector bases," Tortha Karf said. He thought for a moment. "Maybe this is all for the best, after all. If it distracts the Organization's attention "
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