Logan put his hand behind him. "I just want to talk peaceable with you,
Brandy. I don't want trouble. But all we'll get for finding this stiff
is a kiss on the cheek and a medal on the chest. Hell!"
Brandon was going to hit him hard, before he saw the gun in Logan's
fingers, whipped out and pointing.
"Take a look at this, Brandy, and don't lose your supper."
In spite of himself, Brandon quailed. It was almost an involuntary
action. His whole body plunged back, aching, pulling with it.
"Now, let's march up to the radio room. I got a little calling to do.
Get on with you. Hup!"
In the radio-room, Logan touched studs, raised a mike to his lips and
said:
"Beam to Mars. Beam to Mars. Morgue Ship of Earth calling. Mars Beam
answer."
After an interval, Mars gave answer. Logan said:
"I've just picked up the body of a 51 Circle Scientist. He's been
resuscitated. Give me your fleet commander. I got things to talk over
with him." Logan smiled. "Oh, _hello_, commander!"
* * * * *
Half an hour later, the discussions were over, the plans made. Logan
hung up, satisfied. Brandon looked at him as if he couldn't believe he
was serious.
Back down in the control room, Logan set a course, and then forced
Brandon to get the body ready. He bragged about the deal. "A half ton
of radium, Brandy. Not bad, eh? Good pay. More than Earth'd ever give
me for my routine duty."