"I do mind."
"I'll go anyway."
The girl shrugged and led the way among the crowded tables, the leopard
padding silently beside her. Curious glances went with them. Suddenly
Klathgar turned. "On second thought, I have it here," she said. She
knelt quickly and unsnapped the leopard's leash. Heydrick's hand
reached for his gun, but the girl was holding a card out to him. Even
as he took it, he wondered if the gesture were a trick to occupy his
gun hand.
One glance at the card was enough. "I hope you didn't pay too much for
this," he told her. "It's a clumsy forgery."
Klathgar muttered a low word to the leopard, then slipped through the
sliding door of plastic. A bundle of furred muscle launched itself at
Heydrick. It was touch and go for a minute. Deadly talons raked through
the leather tunic like razors. The man got a grip on the jewelled
collar and twisted savagely. He wrenched the great cat away long enough
to get out a paralysis gun and fire it. The drugged needle went into
a soft spot behind one furred ear. Instantly the beast let go and
crumpled.
Heydrick leaped for the door. Someone tried to trip him, but he got
through and slammed the plastic door shut.
Cutting down the intensity of his blaster, he ran the blunt muzzle up
and down the joint where the heavy slab of plastic fit, sealing it
tightly as the plastic flowed and fused. "That should hold them," he
thought. Something crashed against the door.
In the dim passageway, Heydrick could see several doors, all shut.
Which door?
He tried three, then saw one marked with a glittering star. It was
locked, but he put his shoulder against it and shoved violently. The
thin screen buckled.
The girl was rummaging in a drawer. She turned and lunged at him with
an ornamental dagger. Heydrick wrenched it away from her.
"Nice try, Ria."
She leaped on him, kicking and scratching. Locked together they crashed
into the mirror. All three went down in a smash of glass. The girl lay
still.
Heydrick took a needle from the paralysis gun and scratched her
lightly. Her breathing steadied and she lay relaxed, while he opened
the window and looked out. Below him, bathed in eerie Jupiter-light,
lay the rooftops of the city. He could just make it to the next roof.
Ria was lighter than she looked.
* * * * *
At security police headquarters, Heydrick sat back for a quiet smoke.
He had changed back into the crisp silvery grey of the Space Patrol.
The inspector was in an official mood. He had his shoes on.
"What's the quickest transportation back to Mars?"
The inspector grinned. "Anxious to get her off your hands, eh? I don't
blame you. The Martian Express is the quickest--you can get it at City
1. It doesn't stop, of course, but they pick up ore-lighters as they go
past Ganymede."
"How can I get to City 1?"
"I'll lend you a patrol flier. They're all old crates, rocket drive. If
it gets you there, you can leave it; we'll pick it up. If not, maybe
we'll get some decent equipment."
Heydrick walked down the dim passageway to the cell in which he had
deposited Ria Tarsen. She glowered at him.
"Did you kill my leopard?"
"He's all right. Be stiff a couple of days, that's all. I used the
paralysis gun. How d'you feel."
The girl did not answer. Heydrick went on. "I'm sorry, Ria. I'll have
to take you back now." He unlocked the cell, and the girl strode into
the corridor. She was still arrogant and glared at him with cold
insolence.
"You must feel proud of yourself," she said icily. "You'll never get me
back to Mars."
"I thought of that." He took a metal bracelet from his pocket. "Try
this on for size."
"That's a funny handcuff; it's not chained to anything," she said as he
clasped it on her wrist.
"Try running away," he suggested. Ria darted down the corridor, then
stopped as if she had run smack into a dur-steel wall.
"Magnetic," he explained. "Can be set for distances up to fifty feet.
Once that's on you, and the mate to it's on me, we're linked together
to the end of the trail. It's sealed with a coded beam of light. I
don't have the combination. I just don't want you to try anything
silly, that's all."
"I'll kill you for this," Ria promised, her green eyes glowing with
ugly light.
"Seems you've killed one man too many now," Heydrick commented. "Even
if you were lucky enough to kill me, we'd still be linked together; you
couldn't escape with a corpse."
"I didn't kill Feyjak 9," she shrieked. "I didn't kill him. It was an
accident. I don't know anything about it."
Heydrick looked at her soberly. "I don't believe you, Ria. And, if I
did, it wouldn't matter. You were tried and sentenced. I'm sorry for
you, but it's my job to take you back to the--to your punishment."
"I won't go back to the disintegrators," Ria stated, her face pale but
tearless. "You'll never get me there alive."
* * * * *
In the antiquated patrol flier, Heydrick set the auto-pilot for City
1. The girl was sleeping quietly under the effects of the paralysis
drug. Heydrick went back to the galley and opened a can of hot coffee.
A sudden tug at the metal circlet on his wrist sent him racing to the
controls.
It was too late. The girl held a heavy bar of dur-steel ready to crash
it down on the maze of keys and switch-bars. The bar descended in a
glittering crescent. Blue flame shot through the tiny cabin. Rocket
jets fused and exploded at the tail of the rocket-flier.
The shock knocked Heydrick to his knees. He scrambled to the control
board and reached for the girl. In one movement, she turned and struck
at him with the bar. It missed his head, but a numbing jar went through
his shoulder. A clip on the jaw sent her reeling.
[Illustration: _A clip on the jaw sent her reeling._]
Frantically Heydrick worked at the wrecked controls, splicing burnt
wires, bending keys back to position. Sick nausea clawed at his
insides. The ship was going down in a free fall, spinning. The thin
atmosphere of Ganymede went round the hull with a crescendo, whistling
scream. A jagged wilderness of saw-toothed rock and volcanic ash
whirled up at the flier.
The slight gravity of Ganymede was bad enough, but if they struck at
full rocket velocity, the hull would crumple like an eggshell. With a
length of wire, Heydrick burned his fingers shorting the switches to
the forward tubes. It was too late to do much. If he could only slow
the fall.
A series of explosions forward jarred through the ship. Deceleration
flung Heydrick on top of the girl.
The flier buried her nose in soft ash and skidded thirty yards in a
choking shower. A sharp needle of jagged rock reached up through the
dust to catch her. With a shriek of riven metal the flier rose on end.
The fused-quartz port-holes bulged and gave way.
Supercharged air whistled out of the cabin. As the artificially heavy
air blew itself out, Heydrick felt his head swell as if it were going
to explode. His eyes seemed to be squeezing out of his head. Dazed,
he groped to the locker and got out the space-suits. The cold bit into
him like needles of ice till he struggled into his suit. He set his
atmosphere control, then fought his way through the shattered wreckage
to Ria. She was in no condition to resist as he forced the bulky
space-suit on her. He set the controls on her suit, then talked into
his microphone.
"You are a problem child," he said. "How'd you manage it?"
Ria was sick and dizzy. She staggered on her feet. "I had some
benzedrine--stole it from the emergency kit. Your paralysis needle
barely scratched me anyhow."
She fell weakly against the bulkhead. Heydrick seized her and dragged
her through the riven shell of the control room into the shelter of a
gaunt outcropping.
"The forward rockets are building up. They'll go any minute."
A bellowing geyser of dust-shrouded flame roared up. Flying metal
clattered brutally on their shelter.
"Just in time," he said. Ria lay on the ground, retching weakly. "Well,
the security boys get a new ship. They'll be happy. From here on, we
walk. I hope you're satisfied."
The upper limb of an immense crescent rose above the horizon. Jupiter.
Its sombre light revealed a savage wasteland of barren rock and
volcanic ash.
"Come on, Babe. You should enjoy this. It's thirty miles, and the
walking's bad. But we like it that way, don't we?"
Sulkily, Ria got to her feet and followed him.
* * * * *
The Martian Express Liner, _Phobos_, went into full gear with a
velocity of 89 Martian gravities. After detouring the dangerous
asteroid belt, the ship nosed down in a long curving glide to intercept
the orbit of Mars. Far ahead was a blurred crescent of red, glowing
with soft radiance against a star-sprinkled void. Lee Heydrick watched
the planet swing slowly across the field of the glass. A deep unrest
troubled him, but he refused to face the mask it might wear and tried
to force it out of his mind.
"We should be there in fourteen hours," the co-pilot said.
"That'll be a relief. This is one job I don't like."
The pilot glanced at them sourly. "I thought you were through with the
service," he shot at Heydrick.
"I am--it's my last job. I can't live on any of the inner planets after
being exposed to the zero-rays of outer space. It takes six months
for a resignation to go through in the Space Patrol. My time is up in
two weeks and four days. After that, I'll have to stick to the places
outside the asteroid belt or resign myself to a very brief life--18
months, at the outside."
"Too bad. What're you going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe settle on one of the Moons of Saturn. They aren't
too crowded. I'll be glad to be free again. Silly, isn't it--when you
think of the way I used to look forward to being in Space Patrol! My
folks were refugees from earth--lived in the icy marshes near the
northern ice-cap of Mars. I ran away from home to go to Canal City 9
and study for the Patrol. My grades were good enough to impress Tyko.
He took me into his home. My folks were proud of me. They're all dead
now; Tyko's all I have left. I'll miss the old buzzard."
The co-pilot grunted. "What are you kicking about? I wish somebody'd
handcuff me to a kitten like that one of yours. She looks hotter than
a rocket tube. If you get tired of your work, I'll take over and spell
you awhile."
Heydrick grinned with embarrassment. "You might regret it. She's tried
to kill me twice already. She's full of ideas."
"I hope she knocks you off--you can will her to me."
The alarms through the space cruiser began to shrill in great bellows
of sound. Heydrick ran along the passageway and tried the door of the
stateroom where he had locked his prisoner. It was still locked. He
used the key, but something heavy was jammed against the door. He drew
his blaster gun and cut down the intensity. The door glowed cherry red,
then flowed together. It gave as he crashed against it.
Ria was posed dramatically, metal stool in hand, in the act of
trying to smash the port-cover. The fused-quartz pane was already
spiderwebbed, and air sucked out in a rising whine. Ria changed her
mind and flung the stool at Heydrick. He lunged under it and caught
her round the waist. In one movement, he flung her over his shoulder
and whirled back out to the passage. Dropping her in a heap, he clawed
shut the insulated emergency door and spun the wing-nuts. Waves of cold
licked his eyelashes and his fingers stung with frost before he got the
job done.
The girl's green eyes watched him warily, as a cat's might.
"I'm sorry you made it," she spat at him viciously. "I hate you--hate
you!"
Heydrick spun the dials on the handcuffs. "Okay, kid, if you want to
play rough, you'll sit out the rest of the trip on my lap. The interval
is two feet, as of now."
"I hope you can take it." Then she snapped. Tears burst out. She raged
and screamed and kicked, laughed and cried and choked at the same time.
Heydrick slapped her out of it. She huddled on the floor, sobbing
weakly.
The co-pilot came along the passageway. "Oh, it's your pet? We thought
it might be."
"Still want to trade jobs?"
"It might be fun to spank her, but I'll skip it. I've news for you. We
can't land in City 4--trouble of some kind--sounds like a good row."
"Do you know what's wrong?"
"They didn't say. Orders are to take the ship on the Desert City 12.
You two can go down in the lighters with the freight." The co-pilot
patted Ria on the shoulder--she cringed away from him. "Tough luck,"
he said gently. "Too bad you're stuck with Bighead here. If you were
dealing with me, we'd go off to some empty asteroid and camp out for
the rest of your life."
* * * * *
Brooding over the immensity of the plain below was Canal City 4.
Covering the entire city like a tremendous bubble was the iridescent
dome of fused-quartz. The tiny fleet of ore-lighters nosed through
the valves of airlock after airlock and headed across town toward the
sprawling terraces of the freight docks. Like a chain of brightly
silvered pumpkin seeds, the clumsy craft wound in and out among the
towers of the 7th level, down to the freight docks.
Heydrick took his prisoner through the airlock in the freight terminal
to condition her and himself for street-level atmosphere, then went out
on the huge platform again.
Pausing only long enough to ask a robot attendant for information,
Heydrick pushed the button to stop a descending elevator.
"Labor trouble--the workers are picketing--riots have broken out at
street level," droned the mechanical voice of the robot.
A crowded car stopped, signalling raucously. Heydrick showed his badge
to the robot pilot. "Street level," he said crisply. "Space Patrol
priority." The robot grunted. "We have orders not to stop unless it's
vitally necessary."
"It's necessary."
Jumbles of neo-plastic architecture, rising tier on tier above the
series of terraces on which the city was built, whirled upward past the
descending car.
On the street level, all was bustle and confusion. A polyglot crowd
composed of every human and near human species in the universe jammed
the streets. Stares followed the I.P.S. uniform as Heydrick pushed out
of the elevator. A few people gave nods of respect, but in most faces
burned a sullen hatred and resentment.
Ria followed him in stolid silence as the handcuffs tugged at her. The
knots of angry people came suddenly in focus and she had a moment's
desperate inspiration.
She jerked back heavily on the cuffs and began to scream.
Heydrick was caught off guard and spun sharply about.
"Help me, somebody," Ria cried wildly. "The cops are taking me in. I
haven't done anything."
The mob clotted around the pair, snarling angrily.
Heydrick reached for his gun, just as somebody threw a spanner. He
dodged, heard Ria's voice shout a welcome, "Thorsan," and that was
all. A sharp jab in his cheek as the paralysis needle went home was the
last he knew. Darkness rushed over him in a smothering cloud.
* * * * *
Someone kept slapping him. He felt as if he were trying to swim in
thick syrup. The light on the desk shone blindingly in his eyes. He got
his hand up to shield his eyes, then they struck it down. He blinked
sharply awake.
Behind the desk sat a handsome man. Pale blue eyes that probed deeply,
plump cheeks, thick blonde eyebrows, muscular shoulders. Heydrick
had seen him before. Where? Oh, yes--the pieces clicked together.
The Feyjak investigation. The man had testified against Ria Tarsen,
reluctantly, the Visiphone News had commented. He had been Feyjak's
assistant, Ria's friend.
Thorsan drummed the desk with his fingers. "Heydrick, you've given us a
lot of trouble. You probably want to know where you are. You're in the
underground galleries below Level 1. We have our headquarters here. I
am the head man of the Wildings."
Heydrick's brain spun. He fought back the whirl and tried to think
calmly.
Below the lowest inhabited level of Canal City 4 were endless mazes of
caverns, galleries and abandoned mine-shafts.
Rumor said that bands of outlaws roamed among the savages, second and
third generations of the outcast rebels who long-ago had been driven
to the refuge of the city's ratholes. Banded together by their common
hatreds, these outlaws had built up a strong organization known as the
Wildings. There was some talk that numbers of them had infiltrated the
City's government; men of dangerous ability, infinite cunning, and
vicious philosophy, whose sole aim was the overthrow of the Government
of Scientists.
Heydrick's heart turned suddenly to ashes as he realized that Ria
Tarsen must have been a Wilding. Surely no group would have gone to
the trouble of instigating riots merely to rescue an outsider, however
innocent. It was all clear now, painfully clear.
Thorsan must have divined the nature of Heydrick's thoughts. He
laughed harshly, then turned to a subordinate.
"They're no use to us, either of them. The girl didn't know as much as
I thought she did. Now they both know too much. We'll have to get rid
of them. Put him in the cell with her while I figure out what to do
with them."
Hands reached out of the darkness and dragged Heydrick roughly to his
feet. He was thrust along a winding gallery that he realized must be
part of an old mine. They must have given him a full dose with the
paralysis needle. He kept stumbling, and his legs moved stiffly.
The group came to a halt before an old wooden-plank door. The room
inside was damp, and smelled mouldy. It was evidently a chamber cut in
the rock for storage of explosives. His captors thrust him inside. He
bounced off a wall and fell heavily. The door bumped shut and a sound
like a bar dropping in place came muffled through the planks.
"Well, tough guy, how do _you_ like being pushed around?" A familiar
voice came out of darkness.
"Who is it?" he asked needlessly.
"It's not your Aunt Sophie," the voice said acidly. "_You_ should kick.
You have better company than I have."
The two sat in moody silence for a while. "Are you all right?" the girl
asked finally.
"Still stiff," he answered. "You should know what that's like."
"I do. You and your toy handcuffs. They only wanted me; Thorsan thought
I knew he killed Feyjak. He was afraid I might give him away. They had
to drag you along on account of your silly handcuffs. If you hadn't
split my lip, I could laugh at you. They're going to kill us, you know."
"Yes, I heard him say that."
"What are we going to do? Any ideas?"
"Not so far. How about you?"
"Nothing definite. I still have the benzedrine tablets I swiped. They
didn't find 'em when they searched me. I'll split with you. If we take
it before they come for us, we may get a chance to make a break. It'll
counteract the paralysis drug if they're counting on that to make us
dead pigeons while they haul us around."
Her hand found his in the dark and thrust six pellets into his open
palm. Her fingers were wet and sticky.
"You're bleeding."
"It's nothing serious. That bracelet of yours cut my arm when they
chiselled it off."
"I'm sorry about everything, Ria--"
"Skip it," she said harshly. "Of course you're sorry. Now shut up. I
hate post-mortems. Besides, I think they're coming. Better get your
benzedrine down."
* * * * *
There was sound of the bar being withdrawn. A heavy foot kicked the
door open. A man with a twisted face held the light and the gun while
two others approached warily and jabbed needles into the captives.
Coarse hands jerked them to their feet, and the two were dragged
outside, feigning limpness.
"Now," said Ria. She thrust out her foot. The man with the gun tripped
and went sprawling on the floor. Heydrick swung with all he had at the
darkness where he remembered a chin and felt bone shatter beneath his
fist. Then he was tangled in a savage knot with the third man, rolling
and threshing about in deadly fury.
Ria was not idle. She salvaged the light, switched the radilume back
on, and hunted for the dropped gun. In a matter of seconds, she brought
the butt down on an exposed skull. The thug let go and sank to the
floor.
Heydrick dusted himself off.
"I ought to let you have it, too," Ria mumbled, "but I always was a
softy. Come on, sucker."
"Which way?"
"I think they brought me that way," the girl said slowly. "Let's try
the other. Heaven knows where it leads."
Heydrick took the gun from her and thrust it through his belt. They
struck off down the tunnel, taking forks at random, but going as
cautiously as they could.
Luck was against them. They came suddenly round a turn and into a
chamber full of Wildings. It was the room where Heydrick had been
questioned by Thorsan. The man still sat at the desk. Heydrick drew the
gun and pressed its trigger as Thorsan dived for a doorway. The desk
glowed, then exploded. The room was choked with dust.
Heydrick remembered a nightmarish pursuit, running down a series of
criss-cross galleries with endless side passages. The gallery ended
abruptly. An open mine-shaft barred their way.
It was a double shaft, with space for two elevators, but neither lift
was on their level. Sounds of pursuit came from the gallery behind them.
Heydrick leaned over and looked down the shaft. A floor below was the
open-platform lift.
"Jump for the cable," he ordered. "Try to slide down it."
"You first," she said. "I'm a sissy." Heydrick jumped and his stomach
wrenched with nausea. Then the cable was burning through his hands. His
feet stung as they came down solidly on the metal flooring. The girl
was right behind him. He found the control lever and jammed it all the
way over.
The car dropped under them with sickening speed.
A blaster beam flamed briefly above them, and the discharge set a
chorus of echoes bouncing back and forth in the old mine-shaft.
"Hang tight," he shouted. "I don't know how far down this shaft goes.
If we hit bottom at this speed, we'll flatten out like saucers."
A mushroom of brilliant light expanded above them. The car jerked and
grated on the rock walls, then went down in a free fall, the cable
trailing slack above them.
Down the shaft hurtled the old lift, air whistling eerily round its
edges.
"They've blasted the cable!" Heydrick cried. "Now we are in for it." He
leaped to the brake lever and tugged at it. The bar was rusted fast.
Ria tried to help. With their combined weight and effort, the bar gave
a little. Inch by inch, it moved. The clamps started taking hold of
the side walls and a shriek of protest came from rock and metal. The
elevator slowed slightly. Too late.
With a grinding rasp of smashed metal, it struck. Ria was hurled clear,
but Heydrick was trapped.
The metal cable came down, coiling and snapping like a whip. A stiff
spiral of it covered Heydrick, pinning him fast to the floor. He wiped
a smear of blood from his face and tried vainly to lift the heavy
strands. They refused to budge.
Ria knelt beside him and tried to shift the coils, but it was no use.
"You'd better go," he said roughly. "They'll be down as soon as they
can get to the other elevator ... to make sure of us."
Ria glared at him. "It's my maternal instinct," she said. "I can't
leave you."
"You wanted a chance to escape. This is it."
Ria seized the broken brake lever and pried up part of the strands.
Heydrick worked himself part way out, but the weight was too much for
her strength. The bar twisted out of her hands. Down came the full
weight again. Heydrick cried out in agony. She moved the bar and lifted
again. This time, he crawled free.
* * * * *
Leaning on her, he was able to stand and walk along the old gallery,
but it was a slow business. Deadly slow.
Behind them, they could hear the whine of a descending lift. "They're
coming," he said. Crouching against an angle of the tunnel, they
waited. It was useless to run. Heydrick cut the switch of his radilume
and braced the blaster against cold stone. He felt better with the
trigger nestling against his trembling finger.
The Wildings came cautiously, but they needed light to move at all.
Light splashed off the rock around the corner. Shadowy figures moved
behind the light. Heydrick pressed the trigger, and a pale beam flicked
the darkness. In the close confinement of the tunnel, the shattering
blast stunned their brains.
The explosion stopped some of the pursuit, but a scuff of boots on
rough rock warned Heydrick. Needles from paralysis guns snicked nastily
from the naked rocks beside them. He and the girl turned and fled
headlong through the darkness. Pain forgotten, he thrust Ria ahead of
him, and pried up part of the strands. Heydrick followed, stumbling and
swearing.
In the darkness ahead, he heard Ria cry out. Unable to stop, he too
collided with what seemed to be a solid wall of metal. Heydrick flicked
the radilume switch. Light flooded an ore depot, with rusting electric
cars.
"Ore cars," he gasped. "Get in." He boosted the girl up and scrambled
after her. Heydrick fumbled for the switch, found it. The car leaped
ahead as a blaster beam licked the rails behind them. With shaking
hands, Heydrick re-primed his blaster and fired wildly at the darkness
behind them. Shadows danced. It seemed seconds before the blasts went
off. Two in rapid succession.
Another car leaped from the dust cloud behind. It was pursuing them on
the parallel tracks.
A blaster beam grazed the back wall of the ore-car. It was gone with
a flash and a roar. The shock flattened Heydrick and the girl against
the front wall. Heydrick re-primed his gun, but it was impossible to
aim. The tracks went into a black maw and went up in a steeply climbing
spiral. Flanges screamed wildly as the wheels bit into the curves. Up.
Up. Up. The miles raced backward in a dizzy flow of darkness lit by
faint reflections from the radilume.
Suddenly the track levelled off on a straightaway. Heydrick peered
ahead. Heaven alone knew where the tunnel led or how far the tracks
were good. The car was going like a runaway rocket.
Then they were out in the open, in daylight. The tracks came out of a
tunnel-mouth on the banks of the dry canal.
The hurtling ore-car was half way across the bridge before Heydrick
knew they were heading for the city.
Out of the tunnel-mouth across the canal shot the other ore-car. Both
cars raced toward the city.
Ten miles. Five. Three. One.
Weird lights flickered on the tremendous dome ahead, as if some
infernal carnival was being held within the city.
Up a steep ramp to the airlock shot the cars. Seconds now. The airlock
was closed.
A gate of metal and plastic loomed close. Glass, plastic, metal and
quartz vanished in a thunderous melee of sound. The first lock. The
city's automatic wall-magnets clawed at the racing car. It slowed
rapidly. The deceleration pinned both of them flat against the front
wall of the car. It went through the second gate like a knife through
dough. The jar was agony.
The car rolled up to a dock and stopped.
Heydrick was out of the car and racing for a visiphone as a wobbling
wheel came loose and romped down the track, smashing sheds to metal
splinters.
"Get Tyko," he bellowed.
"Sorry," a robot said tonelessly. "No calls are going through till the
end of the emergency."
Heydrick swore wildly. He and Ria ran through the building and out onto
the huge terrace in front. The vast bowl of the city was in tumult.
Fires were raging on all the lower levels, and several of the towers
of the 7th level had crashed down in ruins. Mobs roared through the
streets, killing, burning, and looting. It was revolution. Security
police, trying to stem the outbreak, were caught in the maelstroms,
overwhelmed, and submerged. The lower levels had gone mad with hate.
Wildings were everywhere, organizing, leading, destroying.
Heydrick commandeered an empty flier, got Ria aboard and set the
automatic pilot for Tyko's tower in West 21.
* * * * *
In Tyko's tower, the old man stood watching the end of the grim
spectacle in the streets below. Walls of white fire moved out in
ever-widening circles from the experimental domes, moved through the
city, quieting the mobs, herding them back to their homes. Dead lay in
windrows.
A bell rang behind him. He turned. "Oh, come in," he said. It was
Thorsan, Feyjak's assistant.
"It's almost over," Tyko told him. "Order is being restored now. After
this, we'll keep the Blues in power and give the people a government
they can like. It's a sad thing, to govern people. Herding them about
like animals. Men should be free. I'm an anarchist myself ... out of
hours."
"How about my people?" Thorsan asked, an odd expression on his face.
"Your people? Oh, the Red Scientists. Don't worry. We knew this revolt
was coming, even if you Reds didn't. We've had our eye on the Wildings
for some time. You Reds are safe enough. When order is restored,
perhaps a joint government...."
Tyko stopped. He was looking into the muzzle of a blaster.
"I don't understand," he quavered.
"My people are the Wildings. We don't want any of your kind of
governments," Thorsan said slowly. "With you out of the way, nothing
can stop the revolution. I regret the necessity."
From the open doorway, Heydrick fired. The paralysis needle bit deep in
Thorsan's neck. He crumpled silently.
Heydrick and Ria stood before Tyko.
"I see you've completed your mission," the old man said. He frowned as
Heydrick put his arm around Ria.
Heydrick laughed. "When Thorsan comes out of it, give him scopolamine.
He'll tell you who did kill Feyjak."
"I suppose you want my blessing? You have it."
"How's your war coming?"
"It's over by now. Nasty business, government. What are you going to
do?"
Heydrick and Ria looked at each other.
"I think we'll find an empty asteroid and camp out for a while. The
universe is getting too crowded. I'm glad she was innocent, Tyko. I
could never have brought her in ... for any reason."
"I wish I were young enough to go with you," Tyko sighed. "Not on
your honeymoon, of course. I guess you won't be coming back. This is
goodbye, then? Is there anything I can do for you?"
Heydrick started to reply but Ria cut in. "Yes, there is. I want
another pair of those magnetic handcuffs."