That other town was bad
enough. But at least there were people living there. Here's nothing at
all--at least nothing I want to see."
"What about all the wonders they've promised to show us?" countered
Raf.
Soriki grinned. "And how much do we understand of their mouth-and-hand
talk? Maybe they were promising us wonders, maybe they were offering to
take us to where we could have our throats cut more conveniently--for them!
I tell you, if I go for a walk with any of these painted faces, I'm going
to have at least three of my fingers resting on the grip of my stun gun.
And I'd advise you to do the same--if I didn't know that you were already
watching these blast-happy harpies out of the corner of your eye.
Ha--company. Oh, it's the captain--"
The hatch of the globe had opened, and a small party was descending
the ladder, conspicuous among them the form and uniform of Captain
Hobart. The aliens remained in a cluster at the foot of the ladder
while the Terran commander crossed to the flitter.
"You"--he pointed to Raf--"are to come along with us."
"Why, sir?" "What about me, sir?" The questions from the two at the
flitter came together.
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