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"No-go along with everything. You will be contacted."

"What do you think we should do? Break out of here?"

"What did he say?"

"That's it," I finished. "Steengo is gone. Might be dead"

"Very much so, Jim. We have all been awaiting your report. Can you tell us what is happening-the recorder is running."

But they could have. I turned into a freshly plowed field and ran between the furrows. I should be safe enough here. I clamped my jaw twice.

"You look like you've been dipped and rolled."

But they could have. I turned into a freshly plowed field and ran between the furrows. I should be safe enough here. I clamped my jaw twice.

"The word is out that you Stainless Steel Rats are just plain rats. Troublemakers. Just get going."

I slammed out the door and down the road even as he was answering. Taking a different route from my usual one-then changed direction at random. Up ahead was a field of polpettone trees, laid out in neat rows and bulging with fruit. I jogged into a path beside the trees, looking around as I ran. No one in sight. There was little chance the Paradisers would put bugs in among the trees.

"No. I can reassure you on that score. A few hours ago we had a radio message from him, just a few words, theca contact was lost again. He must be somewhere deep in the city, behind walls the radio signals can't penetrate. He might have been moved from one site to another, was in the open long enough for a brief transmission."

"What do you think we should do? Break out of here?"

"You look like you've been dipped and rolled."

"Contacted? By whom, what, which? Come in, Tremearne.

"Veldi," I said. "Old and trusted servant. No soft knock? No sweet tones"

"That's it," I finished. "Steengo is gone. Might be dead"

"What do you think we should do? Break out of here?"

The recording was brief and scratchy. Beginning with static and dying in static. But it was pure Steengo all right.

Our timing was pretty good. The wave of good feeling and energy was washing away my almost-terminal fatigue when Veldi threw open the door.

But they could have. I turned into a freshly plowed field and ran between the furrows. I should be safe enough here. I clamped my jaw twice.

"Knocked myself out. Be a good buddy and get my pack. I got some vitamin pills there should pick me up." When he handed me the pack I clicked out a couple of Blast-offs, superuppers, and swallowed one. "Vitamins, good for you," I said as I passed one over. Floyd was a little faster off the mental mark lately and did not ask any questions.

There was the quick thud-thud of marching feet and Sergeant Ljotur came in with an armed squad of soldiers. Armed with wicked-looking spears with gleaming points and barbed shafts.

I started back at a slow run, changed that to a fast walk. To a slow walk, then a crawl. If there had been any farther to go I would probably have done it on all fours. As it was I stumbled into our quarters and collapsed, gasping, onto the couch. Floyd looked astonished.

I drank until I was sloshing, then sipped a little bit more, handed the glass weakly back.

There was no answer. I rose and brushed off my shorts. Very mysterious. Tremearne was up to something-but he was not talking about it. Must be worried about eavesdroppers. Maybe he knew something that I didn't.

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