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"Mantelish is coming along plus around eight tons of his lab equipment. Plus his special U-League guards." "Oh?" Trigger picked up the Puya glass. She looked into it. It was empty. "Moving where?" she asked. "Manon," said the Commissioner. "Tell you about that later." Every last muscle in Trigger's body seemed to go limp simultaneously.
"That makes everything look very much better, doesn't it?" "Quite a little," he said. "The unit may not work, or may not work satisfactorily, unless 113-A is in the area. Mantelish talks of something he calls proximity influence. Whatever that is, 113-A has demonstrated it has it." "So," Trigger said, "they might have two thirds of what everybody wants, and you might have one third.
So he did considerable experimenting with it while he waited for Gess Fayle to show up and League Headquarters fidgeted around, hoping to get the kind of report from Mantelish and Fayle that Mantelish thought they'd already received. They were wondering where Fayle was, too. But they knew Fayle was Security, so they didn't like to get too nosy." Trigger shook her head. "Wonderful!
On the flashing, all-out run to Luscious, subspace all the way, with the Commissioner and Quillan spelling each other around the clock at the controls, the transmitters clattering for attention every half hour, the ship's housekeeping had to be handled, and somebody besides Mantelish needed to keep a moderately beady eye on the Ermetyne, she hadn't even thought of acting on Pilch's suggestion.
The point of it, Holati Tate explained, was that this had been more activity than 113-A normally displayed over a period of a week. And 113-A was easily the most active plasmoid of them all nowadays. "It is, of course, possible," Mantelish said, arousing from deep thought, "that it was attracted by your body odor." "Thank you, Mantelish!" said Trigger. "You're welcome, my dear."
We can't risk snooping around the station while she's there and likely to start pounding on our backs any second." Mantelish looked startled. "Holati," he cautioned, "That's a warship!" "Mantelish," the Commissioner said, a trifle coldly, "what you've been riding in isn't a canoe." He glanced at Lyad. "I suppose you'd feel happier if you weren't locked up in your cabin during the ruckus?"
Commissioner Tate said, "By the way, Quillan does have a degree in subspace engineering and gets assigned to the Engineers now and then. But his real job's Space Scout Intelligence." Trigger nodded. "I'd almost guessed it!" She gave Quillan another smile. She nearly gave 113-A a smile. "And now," said the Commissioner, "we'll talk more freely. We tell Mantelish just as little as we can.
"You know," she had told the Commissioner thoughtfully the day before, "by the time we're done, Lyad will know more about plasmoids than anyone in the Hub except Mantelish!" He didn't look concerned. "Won't matter much. By the time we're done, she and the rest of the Ermetynes will have had to cough up control of Tranest. They've broken treaty with this business." "Oh," Trigger said.
Plemponi glanced over at Mihul and looked evasive. "That being?" he asked. "You know," Trigger said. "But I'll put it into specific questions if you like. Where's Commissioner Tate?" "I don't know." "Where is Mantelish?" He shook his head. "I don't know that either." He began to look unhappy. "Oh?" said Trigger. "Who does know then?" "I'm not allowed to tell you," Doctor Plemponi said firmly.
"It can contact human minds," she said, "though, perhaps rather fortunately, it can project that particular field effect only within a quite limited radius. A little less, the Devagas found later, than five miles." Mantelish shook his head, frowning. He turned toward the Commissioner. "Holati," he said emphatically, "I believe that thing could be dangerous!" For a moment, they all looked at him.
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