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Sten put his nose in his beer. He wasn't in the mood just yet.
"There goes the little guttersnipe now," Doc said approvingly.
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Lying beside the panda in an air vent high above Visitors' Center, Sten focused the glasses. He finally
found a Delinq wearing Mig coveralls darting through the crowds of offworlders.
"You had him take a bath, I trust," Doc said. "He is supposed to be the angelic little child every human
desires for his very own."
Sten swung the glasses to the four Migs wearing Socio patrolman uniforms, as they hue-and-cried after
the Delinq.
"Slow down, boy," Sten muttered. "You're losing them."
As if listening, the boy zig-zagged aimlessly for a few seconds and the "patrolmen" closed hi on him.
Shock batons rose and fell.
"Ah," Doc sighed contentedly. "I can hear the little brute scream from here. What's going on?" "Mmm . .
. here they come."
Spacemen boiled out of the bar the Delinq had allowed himself to be caught at.
"Are they righteously indignant?" Sten panned the glasses across the spacemen's faces. "Yep."
The offworlders knotted about the struggling group. One of them shouted something about bullies.
"Come on," Sten muttered. "Get 'em moving." The Delinq was a better actor than the four adults. He
went down, but swung his head then dug his teeth into one man's leg. The phony Sociopatrolman yelped
and brought the shock baton down.
That did it. The spacemen became an instant mob, grabbing bottles, smashing windows. The four
"patrolmen" grabbed the boy and ran for the exit.
Sten hit the key of the minicomputer beside him, and the riot alarm began shrilling. 'Tell me what's
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happening," Doc said impatiently. "Our people have cleared the dome. All right, here comes the riot
squad in shock formation." "What are the spaceclots doing?" "Charging."
"Excellent. Now, we should see the first couple or three real patrolmen going down. Somebody should
be panicking and putting his baton on full power and . . ." Doc smiled beatifically.
"Sure did. Took out a first officer. Drakhl" "What you are telling me is that the morally outraged
foreigners, having witnessed the brutal beating of a charming young child, and having been attacked by
thugs, are reacting in the most strenuous manner possible. Tell me, Sten. Are they eating the
Sociopatrolmen?"
"They aren't cannibals!"
"Pity. That's a human characteristic I haven't been able to observe at firsthand. You may proceed."
Sten grabbed a hose, shoved it through the grill and triggered the tanks of vomit gas into the Visitors'
Center, grabbed Doc, and they quickly slithered away.
"Excellent, Sten. Excellent. Free Traders are insatiable rumor-spreaders. At the least, the Company
appears in a bad light. With luck, a few of those space sailors are moralists which I doubt and will
refuse cargo. Especially after they wonder why the Company not only involved them in a riot, but gassed
them in the bargain."
Sten decided the only thing that could make Doc happier would be a massacre of orphans.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE TO BE IMPLEMENTED IMMEDIATELY
Due to poor productivity, the following recreational domes provided for Migrant-Unskilled workers are
to be closed immediately: Nos. 7, 93, 70.
There's some'at aboot explosions in vacuum, Alex decided for the hundredth time as he watched the
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lighter become a ball of flame. Almo' a puirfec" circle it makes.
He picked up bis explosives kit and edged out of the loading dock.
Four other crates, besides the one that had just vanished the offworld loading ship, were
booby-trapped. With a difference. Only somebody with Alex's experience would realize they would
never go off. One explosion was to draw the attention of the Free Traders destroying only a robot
lighter and the other bombs to discourage Free Traders' shipping Company cargoes.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE----SECURITY PERSONNEL ONLY
Effective immediately all ID cards issued to personnel whose duties are in the following areas: Visitors'
Center, Cargo Transshipping, or Warehouse Divisions are rescinded. New passes will be issued on an
individual basis. Thereafter, any member of patrol or security staffs failing to detain persons using
old-style (XP-sequence) IDs will be subject to firm disciplinary proceedings.
The secretary checked Gaitsen's desk carefully. Light pen positioned correctly, Exec-only inputs on
STANDBY, the chair set carefully so many centimeters from the desk.
Efficiency is all, Stanskill, Gaitsen had said repeatedly. Clottin' surprise, the secretary thought, he never
said that in bed. Too busy worryin' about his heart, maybe.
She went to the door, palmed it, and looked around for the last time. Everything familiar and in its place,
just the way the Exec wanted. She passed through the doorway, and, as instructed, left her carryall on
her desk in the antechamber. She checked the clock. Gaitsen should just about be out of the tube.
She knelt by the duct, and the Delinq waiting impatiently held the screen open. The woman crawled
inside and disappeared.
As she awkwardly bent around a ninety-degree turn in the ducting, the secretary was sorry she wouldn't
be able to watch as Gaitsen plumped down in his favorite seat.
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"Alvor?"
"Yuh?" The bearded cell leader peered over Sten's shoulder.
"Did you have your team take this Braun out?"
"Never heard a' the clot."
Sten nodded, and scrolled on up the security report. Whoever killed Braun low-level Exec in Product
Planning Division must've been settling a private grudge. He considered a minute. No. Free Vulcan
would not claim that killing with the others. Might get the Company even more upset.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE----SECURITY PERSONNEL ONLY
Prior to beginning routine patrols, consult route with shift team director and chart R79L. Areas marked
in blue are to be patrolled only by four-man teams equipped with riot gear. DISCUSSION OF THIS
POLICY MODIFICATION is FORBIDDEN TO NONCLEARED STAFF.
"This is the voice of Free Vulcan," the speakers resonated. "We would like to know how you Executives
and security people feel. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Sten put his nose in his beer. He wasn't in the mood just yet.
"There goes the little guttersnipe now," Doc said approvingly.
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Lying beside the panda in an air vent high above Visitors' Center, Sten focused the glasses. He finally
found a Delinq wearing Mig coveralls darting through the crowds of offworlders.
"You had him take a bath, I trust," Doc said. "He is supposed to be the angelic little child every human
desires for his very own."
Sten swung the glasses to the four Migs wearing Socio patrolman uniforms, as they hue-and-cried after
the Delinq.
"Slow down, boy," Sten muttered. "You're losing them."
As if listening, the boy zig-zagged aimlessly for a few seconds and the "patrolmen" closed hi on him.
Shock batons rose and fell.
"Ah," Doc sighed contentedly. "I can hear the little brute scream from here. What's going on?" "Mmm . .
. here they come."
Spacemen boiled out of the bar the Delinq had allowed himself to be caught at.
"Are they righteously indignant?" Sten panned the glasses across the spacemen's faces. "Yep."
The offworlders knotted about the struggling group. One of them shouted something about bullies.
"Come on," Sten muttered. "Get 'em moving." The Delinq was a better actor than the four adults. He
went down, but swung his head then dug his teeth into one man's leg. The phony Sociopatrolman yelped
and brought the shock baton down.
That did it. The spacemen became an instant mob, grabbing bottles, smashing windows. The four
"patrolmen" grabbed the boy and ran for the exit.
Sten hit the key of the minicomputer beside him, and the riot alarm began shrilling. 'Tell me what's
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happening," Doc said impatiently. "Our people have cleared the dome. All right, here comes the riot
squad in shock formation." "What are the spaceclots doing?" "Charging."
"Excellent. Now, we should see the first couple or three real patrolmen going down. Somebody should
be panicking and putting his baton on full power and . . ." Doc smiled beatifically.
"Sure did. Took out a first officer. Drakhl" "What you are telling me is that the morally outraged
foreigners, having witnessed the brutal beating of a charming young child, and having been attacked by
thugs, are reacting in the most strenuous manner possible. Tell me, Sten. Are they eating the
Sociopatrolmen?"
"They aren't cannibals!"
"Pity. That's a human characteristic I haven't been able to observe at firsthand. You may proceed."
Sten grabbed a hose, shoved it through the grill and triggered the tanks of vomit gas into the Visitors'
Center, grabbed Doc, and they quickly slithered away.
"Excellent, Sten. Excellent. Free Traders are insatiable rumor-spreaders. At the least, the Company
appears in a bad light. With luck, a few of those space sailors are moralists which I doubt and will
refuse cargo. Especially after they wonder why the Company not only involved them in a riot, but gassed
them in the bargain."
Sten decided the only thing that could make Doc happier would be a massacre of orphans.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE TO BE IMPLEMENTED IMMEDIATELY
Due to poor productivity, the following recreational domes provided for Migrant-Unskilled workers are
to be closed immediately: Nos. 7, 93, 70.
There's some'at aboot explosions in vacuum, Alex decided for the hundredth time as he watched the
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lighter become a ball of flame. Almo' a puirfec" circle it makes.
He picked up bis explosives kit and edged out of the loading dock.
Four other crates, besides the one that had just vanished the offworld loading ship, were
booby-trapped. With a difference. Only somebody with Alex's experience would realize they would
never go off. One explosion was to draw the attention of the Free Traders destroying only a robot
lighter and the other bombs to discourage Free Traders' shipping Company cargoes.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE----SECURITY PERSONNEL ONLY
Effective immediately all ID cards issued to personnel whose duties are in the following areas: Visitors'
Center, Cargo Transshipping, or Warehouse Divisions are rescinded. New passes will be issued on an
individual basis. Thereafter, any member of patrol or security staffs failing to detain persons using
old-style (XP-sequence) IDs will be subject to firm disciplinary proceedings.
The secretary checked Gaitsen's desk carefully. Light pen positioned correctly, Exec-only inputs on
STANDBY, the chair set carefully so many centimeters from the desk.
Efficiency is all, Stanskill, Gaitsen had said repeatedly. Clottin' surprise, the secretary thought, he never
said that in bed. Too busy worryin' about his heart, maybe.
She went to the door, palmed it, and looked around for the last time. Everything familiar and in its place,
just the way the Exec wanted. She passed through the doorway, and, as instructed, left her carryall on
her desk in the antechamber. She checked the clock. Gaitsen should just about be out of the tube.
She knelt by the duct, and the Delinq waiting impatiently held the screen open. The woman crawled
inside and disappeared.
As she awkwardly bent around a ninety-degree turn in the ducting, the secretary was sorry she wouldn't
be able to watch as Gaitsen plumped down in his favorite seat.
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"Alvor?"
"Yuh?" The bearded cell leader peered over Sten's shoulder.
"Did you have your team take this Braun out?"
"Never heard a' the clot."
Sten nodded, and scrolled on up the security report. Whoever killed Braun low-level Exec in Product
Planning Division must've been settling a private grudge. He considered a minute. No. Free Vulcan
would not claim that killing with the others. Might get the Company even more upset.
COMPANY DIRECTIVE----SECURITY PERSONNEL ONLY
Prior to beginning routine patrols, consult route with shift team director and chart R79L. Areas marked
in blue are to be patrolled only by four-man teams equipped with riot gear. DISCUSSION OF THIS
POLICY MODIFICATION is FORBIDDEN TO NONCLEARED STAFF.
"This is the voice of Free Vulcan," the speakers resonated. "We would like to know how you Executives
and security people feel. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]