Chapter 8

“About an hour after you’d decided to hit the bunk,” Holati said, “I portaled back to your rooms to pick up some Precol reports we’d been setting up.”

Trigger nodded. “I remember the reports.”

“A couple of characters were working on your doors when I got there. They went for their guns, unfortunately. But I called the nearest Scout Intelligence office and had them dead-brained.”

“Why that?” she asked.

“It could have been an accident--a couple of ordinary thugs. But their equipment looked a little too good for ordinary thugs. I didn’t know just what to be suspicious of, but I got suspicious anyway.”

“That’s you, all right,” Trigger acknowledged. “What were they?”

“They had an Evalee record which told us more than the brains did. They were high-priced boys. Their brains told us they’d allowed themselves to be mind-blocked on this particular job. High-priced boys won’t do that unless they can set their standard price very much higher. It didn’t look at all any more as if they’d come to your door by accident.”

“No,” she admitted.

“The Feds got in on it then. There’d been that business in Mantelish’s lab. There were similarities in the pattern. You knew Mantelish. You’d been on Harvest Moon with him. They thought there could be a connection.”

“But what connection?” she protested. “I know I don’t know anything that could do anybody any good!”

He shrugged. “I can’t figure it either, Trigger girl. But the upshot of it was that I was put in charge of this phase of the general investigation. If there is a connection, it’ll come out eventually. In any case, we want to know who’s been trying to have you picked up and why.”

She studied his face with troubled eyes.

“That’s quite definite, is it?” she asked. “There couldn’t possibly still be a mistake?”

“No. It’s definite.”

“So that’s what the grabber business in the Colonial School yesterday was about...”

He nodded. “It was their first try since the Evalee matter.”

“Why do you think they waited so long?”

“Because they suspected you were being guarded. It’s difficult to keep an adequate number of men around without arousing doubts in interested observers.”

Trigger glanced at the plasmoid. “That sounds,” she remarked, “as if you’d let other interested observers feel you’d left them a good opening to get at Repulsive.”

He didn’t quite smile. “I might have done that. Don’t tell the Council.”

Trigger pursed her lips. “I won’t. So the grabbers who were after me figured I was booby-trapped. But then they came in anyway. That doesn’t seem very bright. Or did you do something again to make them think the road was clear?”

“No,” he said. “They were trying to clear the road for themselves. We thought they would finally. The deal was set up as a one-two.”

“As a what?”

“One-two. You slug into what could be a trap like that with one gang. If it was a trap, they were sacrifices. You hope the opposition will now relax its precautions. Sometimes it does--and a day or so later you’re back for the real raid. That works occasionally. Anyway it was the plan in this case.”

“How do you know?”

“They’d started closing in for the grab in Ceyce when Quillan’s group located you. So Quillan grabbed you first.”

She flushed. “I wasn’t as smart as I thought, was I?”

The Commissioner grunted. “Smart enough to give us a king-sized headache! But they didn’t have any trouble finding you. We discovered tonight that some kind of tracer material had been worked into all your clothes. Even the flimsies. Somebody may have been planted in the school laundry, but that’s not important now.” He looked at her for a moment. “What made you decide to take off so suddenly?” he asked.

Trigger shrugged. “I was getting pretty angry with you,” she admitted. “More or less with everybody. Then I applied for a transfer, and the application bounced--from Evalee! I figured I’d had enough and that I’d just quietly clear out. So I did--or thought I did.”

“Can’t blame you,” said Holati.

Trigger said, “I still think it would have been smarter to keep me informed right from the start of what was going on.”

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be telling you a thing even now,” he said, “if it hadn’t been definitely established that you’re already involved in the matter. This could develop into a pretty messy operation. I wouldn’t have wanted you in on it, if it could have been avoided. And if you weren’t going to be in on it, I couldn’t go spilling Federation secrets to you.”

“I’m in on it, definitely, eh?”

He nodded. “For the duration.”

“But you’re still not telling me everything?”

“There’re a few things I can’t tell you,” he said. “I’m following orders in that.”

Trigger smiled faintly. “That’s a switch! I didn’t know you knew how.”

“I’ve followed plenty of orders in my time,” the Commissioner said, “when I thought they made sense. And I think these do.”

Trigger was silent a moment. “You said a while ago that most of the heat was to go off me tonight. Can you talk about that?”

“Yes, that’s all right.” He considered. “I’ll have to tell you something else again first--why we’re going to Manon.”

She settled back in her chair. “Go ahead.”

“Somebody got the idea that one of the things Gess Fayle might have done is to arrange things so he wouldn’t have to come back to the Hub for a while. If he could set up shop on some outworld far enough away, and tinker around with that plasmoid unit for a year or so until he knew all about it, he might do better for himself than by simply selling it to somebody.”

“But that would be pretty risky, wouldn’t it?” said Trigger. “With just the equipment he could pack on a League transport.”

“Not very much risk,” said the Commissioner, “if he had an agreement to have an Independent Fleet meet him.”

“Oh.” She nodded.

“And by what is, at all events, an interesting coincidence,” the Commissioner went on, “we’ve had word that an outfit called Vishni’s Fleet hasn’t been heard from for some months. Their I-Fleet area is a long way out beyond Manon, but Fayle could have made it there, at League ship speeds, in about twenty days. Less, if Vishni sent a few pilots to meet him and guide him out of subspace. If he’s bought Vishni’s, he’s had his pick of a few hundred uncharted habitable planets and a few thousand very expert outworlders to see nothing happens to him planetside. And Vishni’s boys are exactly the kind of crumbs you could buy for a deal like that.