tleship。 I could call on the League for any aid I needed。 I would keep my identity as an admiral for the rest of the job。 I was to keep him informed of progress。 Only those ominous last words in clear kept my happiness from being plete。
I had been handed my long…awaited assignment。 But translated into simple terms my orders were to get the battleship； or it would be my neck。 Never a word about my efforts in uncovering the plot in the first place。 This is a heartless world we live in。
This moment of self…pity relaxed me and I immediately went to bed。 Since my main job now was waiting； I could wait just as well asleep。
And waiting was all I could do。 Of course there were secondary tasks； such as ordering a Naval cruiser for my own use； and digging for more information on the thieves； but these really were secondary to my main purpose。 Which was waiting for bad news。 There was no place I could go that would be better situated for the chase than Cittanuvo。 The missing ship could have gone in any direction。 With each passing minute the sphere of probable locations grew larger by the power of the squared cube。 I kept the on…watch crew of the cruiser at duty stations and confined the rest within a one hundred…yard radius of the ship。
There was little more information on Pepe and Angelina； they had covered their tracks well。 Their backgrounds were unknown； though the fact they both talked with a slight accent suggested an off…world origin。 There was one dim picture of Pepe； chubby but looking too grim to be a happy fat boy。 There was no picture of the girl。 I shuffled the meager findings； controlled my impatience； and kept the ship's psiman busy pulling in all the reports of any kind of trouble in space。 The navigator and I plotted their locations in his tank； paring the positions in relation to the growing sphere that enclosed all the possible locations of the stolen ship。 Some of the disasters and apparent accidents hit inside this area； but further investigation proved them all to have natural causes。
I had left standing orders that all reports falling inside the danger area were to be brought to me at any time。 The messenger woke me from a deep sleep； turning on the light and handing me the slip of paper。 I blinked myself awake； read the first two lines； and pressed the action station alarm over my bunk。 I'll say this； the Navy boys know their business。 When the sirens screamed； the crew secured ship and blasted off before I had finished reading the report。 As soon as my eyeballs un…squashed back into focus I read it through； then once more carefully from the beginning。
It looked like the one we had been waiting for。 There were no witnesses to the tragedy； but a number of monitor stations had picked up the discharge static of a large energy weapon being fired。 Triangulation had led investigators to the spot where they found a freighter； Ogget's Dream； with a hole punched through it as big as a railroad tunnel。 The freighter's cargo of plutonium was gone。
I read Pepe in every line of the message。 Since he was flying an undermanned battleship； he had used it in the most efficient way possible。 If he attempted to negotiate or threaten another ship； the element of chance would be introduced。 So he had simply roared up to the unsuspecting freighter and blasted her with the monster guns his battleship packed。 All eighteen men aboard had been killed instantly。 The thieves were also murderers。
I was under pressure now to act。 And under a greater pressure not to make any mistakes。 Roly…poly Pepe had shown himself to be a ruthless killer。 He knew what he wanted…then reached out and took it。 Destroying anyone who stood in his way。 More people would die before this was over； it was up to me to keep that number as small as possible。
Ideally I should have rushed out the fleet with guns blazing and dragged him to justice。 Very nice； and I wished it could be done that way。 Except where was he？ A battleship may be gigantic on some terms of reference； but in the immensity of the galaxy it is microscopically infinitesimal。 As long as it stayed out of the regular lanes of merce； and clear of detector stations and planets； it would never be found。
Then how could I find it…and having found it； catch it？ When the infernal thing was more than a match for any ship it might meet。 That was my problem。 It had kept me awake nights and talking to myself days； since there was no easy answer。
I had to construct a solution； slowly and carefully。 Since I couldn't be sure where Pepe was going to be next； I had to make him go where I wanted him to。
There were some things in my favor。 The most important was the fact I had forced him to make his play before he was absolutely ready。 It wasn't chance that he had left the same day I arrived on Cittanuvo。 Any plan as elaborate as his certainly included warning of approaching danger。 The drive on the battleship； as well as controls and primary armament had been installed weeks before I showed up。 Much of the subsidiary work remained to be done when the ship had left。 One witness of the theft had graphically described the power lines and cables dangling from the ship's locks when she lifted。
My arrival had forced Pepe off balance。 Now I had to keep pushing until he fell。 This meant I had to think as he did； fall into his plan； think ahead…then trap him。 Set a thief to catch a thief。 A great theory； only I felt unfortably on the spot when I tried to put it into practice。
A drink helped； as did a cigar。 Puffing on it； staring at the smooth bulkhead； relaxed me a bit。 After all…there aren't that many things you can do with a battleship。 You can't run a big con； blow safes or make burmedex with it。 It is hell…on…jets for space piracy； but that's about all。
〃Great； great…but why a battleship？〃
I was talking to myself； normally a bad sign； but right now I didn't care。 The mood of space piracy had seized me and I had been going along fine。 Until this glaring inconsistency jumped out and hit me square in the eye。
Why a battleship？ Why all the trouble and years of work to get a ship that two people could just barely manage？ With a tenth of the effort Pepe could have had a cruiser that would have suited his purposes just as well。
Just as good for space piracy； that is…but not for his purposes。 He had wanted a battleship； and he had gotten himself a battleship。 Which meant he had more in mind than simple piracy。 What？ It was obvious that Pepe was a monomaniac； an egomaniac； and as psychotic as a shorted puter。 Some day the mystery of how he had slipped through the screen of official testing would have to be investigated。 That wasn't my concern now。 He still had to be caught。
A plan was beginning to take shape in my head； but I didn't rush it。 First I had to be sure that I knew him well。 Any man that can con an entire world into building a battleship for him…then steal it from them…is not going to stop there。 The ship would need a crew； a base for refueling and a mission。
Fuel had been taken care of first； the gutted hull of Ogget's Dream was silent witness to that。 There were countless planets that could be used as a base。 Getting a crew would be more difficult in these peaceful times； although I could think of a few answers to that one； too。 Raid the mental hospitals and jails。 Do that often enough and you would have a crew that would make any pirate chief proud。 Though piracy was； of course； too mean an ambition to ascribe to this boy。 Did he want to rule a whole planet…or maybe an entire system？ Or more？ I shuddered a bit as the thought hit me。 Was there really anything that could stop a plan like this once it got rolling？ During the Kingly Wars any number of types with a couple of ships and less brains than Pepe had set up just this kind of empire。 They were all pulled down in the end； since their success depended on one…man rule。 But the price that had to be paid first！
This was the plan and I felt in my bones that I was right。 I might be wrong on some of the minor details； they weren't important。 I knew the general outline of the idea； just as when I bumped into a mark I knew how