ight now； and the thought alone was enough to make me sweat。 I was going against Inskipp's direct orders； walking out on him and the Corps。 Not really walking out； since I only wanted to finish the job I had started for them。 But I was obviously the only one who would look at it that way。
There were tools； gadgets and a good deal of money in my quarters that would e in very handy on this job。 I would just have to do without them。 When Inskipp started to think about my sudden conversion to his point of view I wanted to be well away in space。
A mechanic with a drag…robot was pulling an agent's ship into place on the launching ramp。 I stamped over and used my official voice。
〃Is that my ship？〃
〃No； sir…it's for Full Agent Nielsen； there he is ing up now。〃
〃Check with control central； will you？ It's going to be rush no matter how we handle it。〃
〃New job； Jimmy？〃 Ove asked as he came up。 I nodded and watched the mechanic until he vanished around the corner。
〃Same old business；〃 I said。 〃And how's your tennis game ing？〃 I asked； lifting my hand with an imaginary racket。
〃Getting better all the time；〃 he said； turning his head to look at his ship。
〃I'll teach you a new stroke；〃 I said； bringing my hand down sharply and catching him on the side of the neck with the straightened edge。 He folded without a sound and I lowered him gently to the deck and dragged him out of sight behind a row of lubrication drums。 I gently pried the box with the course tapes from his limp fingers。
Before the mechanic could return I was in the ship and had the lock sealed。 I fed the course tape into the controls and punched the tower bination for clearance。 There was a subjective century of waiting； during which eternal period of time I produced a fine heading of sweat all over my head。 Then the green light came on。
Step one and still in the clear。 As soon as the launching acceleration stopped I was out of the chair and attacking the control panel with the screwdriver ready in my hand。 There was always a remote control unit here so that any Corps ship could be flown from a distance。 I had discovered it on my first flight in one of these ships since I have always maintained that there is a positive value to being nosey。 I disconnected the input and output leads； then dived for the engine room。
Perhaps I am too suspicious or have too low an opinion of mankind。 Or of Inskipp； who had his own rules on most subjects。 Someone more trusting than I would have ignored the radio controlled suicide bomb built into the engine。 This could be used to scuttle the ship in case of capture。 I didn't think they would use it on me except as a last resort。 Nevertheless I still wanted it disconnected。
The bomb was an integral part of the engine mounting； a solid block of bermedex built into the casing。 The lid dropped off easily enough and inside there was a maze of circuits all leading to a fuse screwed into the thick metal。 It had a big hex…head on it and I scraped my knuckles trying to get a wrench around it and turn it in the close quarters。 With a last grate of bruised flesh and knucklebones I twisted it free。 It hung down from its wire leads； a nerve drawn from a deadly tooth。
Then it exploded with a loud bang and a cloud of black smoke。
With most unnatural calm I looked from the cloud of dispersing smoke back to the black hole in the bermedex charge。 This would have turned the ship and its contents into a fine dust。
〃Inskipp；〃 I said； but my throat was dry and my voice cracked and I had to start again。 〃Inskipp； I get your message。 You thought you were giving me my discharge。 Accept instead my resignation from the Special Corps。〃
Chapter 9
My most overwhelming feeling was one of relief。 I was on my own again and responsible to no man。 I actually hummed a bit as I dropped the ship out of warpdrive long enough to slip in a course tape chosen at random from the file。 There would be no chance of an intercept this way and I could cut a tape for a new course once I was well clear of the headquarters station。
A course to where？ I wasn't sure yet。 That would require a bit of research； though there was no doubt about what I would be doing。 Looking for Angelina。 At first thought it seemed a little stupid to be taking on a job the Corps had refused me。 It was still their job。 On second thought I realized that it had nothing to do with the Corps now。 Angy had pulled a fast one on me； pinned on the prize…chump medal。 That is something that you just don't do to Slippery Jim diGriz。 Call it ego if you like。 But ego is the only thing that keeps a man in my profession operating。 Remove that and you have removed everything。 I had no real idea of what I would do with her when I found her。 Probably turn her over to the police； since people like her gave the business a bad name。 Better to worry about cooking the fish after I had caught it。
A plan was necessary； so I prepared all the plan producing ingredients。 For one terrible moment I thought there were no cigars in the ship。 Then the service unit groaned and produced a box from some dark corner of the deep freeze。 Not the remended way to store cigars； but much better than having none at all。 Nielsen always favored a rare brand of potent akvavit and I had no objections to drinking it。 Feet up； throat lubricated and cigar smoking； I put the thinkbox to work on the project。
To begin with； I had to put myself in Angelina's place at the time of her escape。 I would like to have gone back physically to the scene； but I'm not that thick。 There was guaranteed to be a trigger…happy navy ship or two sitting there。 However this is the kind of problem they build puters to solve； so I fed in the coordinates of the space action where it all had happened。 There was no need for notes on this…those figures were scratched inside my forehead in letters of fire。 The puter had a large memory store and a high speed scan。 It hummed happily when I asked for the stars nearest to the given position。 In under thirteen seconds it flipped through its catalogs； counted on its fingers and rang its little putation finished bell for me。 I copied off the numbers of the first dozen stars； then pressed the cancel when I saw the distances were getting too great to be relevant anymore。
Now I must think like Angelina。 I had to be hunted； hurried； a murderess with twelve fresh corpses of my own manufacture piled around me。 In every direction rode the enemy。 She would have the same list； ground out by the puter on the stolen cruiser。 Now…where to？ Tension and speed。 Get going somewhere。 Somewhere away from here。 A glance at the list and the answer seemed obvious。 The two nearest stars were in the same quadrant of the sky； within fifteen degrees of each other。 They were roughly equidistant。 What was more important was the fact that star number three was in a different sector of the sky and twice as far away。
That was the way to go； toward the first two stars。 It was the sort of decision that can be made in a hurry and still be sound。 Head toward suns and worlds and the lanes where other ships could be found。 The cruiser would have to be gotten rid of before any planets were approached…the faster the better since every ship in the galaxy would be looking for it。 Them meet another ship…ship X…and capture it。 Abandon the cruiser and 。 。 。 do what？
My tenuous line of logic was ready to snap at this point so I strengthened it with some akvavit and a fresh cigar。 With my eyes half…closed in reverie I tried to rebuild the flight。 Capture the ship and…head for a planet。 As long as she was alone in space Angelina was in constant danger。 A planet…fall and a change of personality were called for。 When I looked up those two target stars in the catalog the planetary choice was obvious。 A barbaric sounding place named Freibur。
There were a half dozen other settled planets around the two suns； but all eliminated themselves easily。 Either too lightly settled； so that a stranger would be easily spotted； or organized and integrated so well that it would be impossible to be around long without some notice being taken。 Freibur shared none