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He handed Kennon the shackles and a key to the cell door and drew his Burkholtz. "See," the Lani growled. "It is as I say. Men are cowards." "You know gun?" Douglas asked as he pointed the muzzle of the Burkholtz at the Lani. "I know," George growled. "Gun kill." "It does indeed," Douglas said. "Now get back clear back against the wall." George snarled but didn't move.
Starlight gleamed on the Burkholtz lying on the lip of the crater, where it had fallen from his hand. "I told you that not even Man Alexander could order me since I gave my love to you," Copper said smugly as she peered over the edge of the pit, a chunk of lava gripped in one small capable hand. "Maybe this proves it."
"Move away from me quickly!" "But " "Do as I say!" Kennon's voice was sharp. "And keep that hood over your face." The airboat settled softly on the ash in front of him, the door snapped open and Douglas dropped to the ground, Burkholtz jutting from his pudgy fist. "My, my," Douglas said, "what have we here? Dr. Kennon and a woman! I thought better of you than that, Doctor.
Don't you realize that there are thousands of millions of men in the galaxy and to every one of them you would be animals. You know nothing about what you would face. Your puny hundreds couldn't even stand against a fraction of the power Alexander could mount against you. Have you seen a Burkholtz blaster work? Have you seen remote-control antipersonnel missiles?
His face twisted into an expression that was half sneer, half triumph. "This is going to be fun." He moved the control, and his airboat, hovering silently at five thousand meters, dropped toward the ground in free fall as Douglas loosened the Burkholtz in the holster at his waist. "But what is he doing?" he muttered.
Kennon's voice was flat and filled with utter conviction. "There's a reason why Copper's wearing that suit," Kennon continued, "and you won't know that either." The Burkholtz swiveled around to point at Kennon's belly. "I've had about enough of this. Let's have it. Tell me what you're doing here!" "I'll do better than that," Kennon said promptly. "I'll show you.
From the base of the tower a man emerged. He was tall, taller even than Kennon, and the muscles of his body showed through the tightness of his battle dress. His face was harsh, and in his hands he carried a Burkholtz magnum the most powerful portable weapon mankind had yet devised. "You are Dr. Kennon?" the trooper asked. "I am." "Your I.D., please."
The pastel interior of the modern office was a shocking contrast to the gray ferromorph corridors outside. Douglas Alexander was standing behind the desk. He was much the same. His pudgy face was haggard with uncertainty and his eyes darted back and forth as his fingers caressed the knobby grip of a small Burkholtz jutting from a holster at his waist.
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