Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition, December 1955 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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IN CLOUDS OF GLORY 19 out an operation which will accomplish the purpose. I shouldn’t even have to say that any resource, short of a fleet action, is yours to call on. All right, I want a summary of your ideas by tomorrow. Faris, P’ll speak further to Tjetlyned Todren alone.” Sath inclined his head affirmatively, rose, and slipped out. Demaris looked inquiringly at the Overchief, who was standing with his back to him. The Overchief turned around. ‘“‘Todren,”’ he said softly, “this Geneiid intelligence officer—he seems to have popped up out of the ground. We have no dossier on him. Might he be some relative of yours?” Demaris had been expecting the question for a full minute. He looked steadily at the Overchief. “‘I have no relatives.” The Overchief stared back, his eyes equally unwavering. Finally, he said: “Well, that is as it may be. I suggest that you devote all possible effort to clearing up the situation.” “Ves, sits He slipped out of the Overchief’s room and joined Sath. They walked down the hall together. | Just how far, he was wondering, did Old Man Sullivan go in his pursuit of a dollar? “We fight for the Agency’s money— We draw out our pay with a smile. For our gold, we’ve been told, We should barter ourselves In truly professional style.” Vi It did not take a fleet action. Not quite. It took a combined operation of all infiltrators and demolitions teams on Genis itself, and the services of a fast cruiser. . The infiltrators pin-pointed the Geneiid intelligence director and cut him off from communication with possible help. The demolitions men blew their way into his headquarters. A Pira boat shuttled him up to the cruiser, and the cruiser, ultimately, delivered him to Demaris. The maneuver com- pletely disrupted the normal schedule of activities against Genis, but Demaris, looking across the room at the captured Geneiid, calculated that it was cheap at the price. ‘“‘Well, there he is,’ Sath commented. “So he is,” Demaris agreed, looking dispassionately at the drugged Geneiid. For the life of him, he could see no trace of Make-up’s scalpels on that leathery hide—but then, where were his own scars? ‘What now?” Sath asked. “I'd suggest we put our program back into shape as quickly as possible —and make sure Genis doesn’t try to pull on us what we did to them.” “T’ve already set up defenses against that kind of stunt. You’re right— I'll get us straightened out while you handle this beastie.’’ Sath went over COMIC OOKS.COM