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Title: Sight Gag

Author: Laurence Mark Janifer

Illustrator: Schoenherr

Release Date: October 19, 2009 [EBook #30288]

Language: English

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SIGHT GAG

BY LARRY M. HARRIS

Intelligence is a great help in the evolution-by-survival--but
intelligence without muscle is even less useful than muscle
without brains. But it's so easy to forget that muscle--plain
physical force--is important, too!

ILLUSTRATED BY SCHOENHERR

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Downstairs, the hotel register told Fredericks that Mr. John P. Jones
was occupying Room 1014. But Fredericks didn't believe the register.
He knew better than that. Wherever his man was, he wasn't in Room
1014. And whoever he was, his real name certainly wasn't John P.
Jones. "P for Paul," Fredericks muttered to himself. "Oh, the helpful
superman, the man who knows better, the man who does better."

Fredericks had first known of him as FBI Operative 71-054P, under the
name of William K. Brady. "And what does the K stand for?" Fredericks
muttered, remembering. "Killer?" Brady wouldn't be the man's real
name, either. FBI Operatives had as many names as they had jobs, that
much was elementary. Particularly operatives like Jones-Brady-X.
"Special talents," Fredericks muttered. "Psi powers," he said, making
it sound like a curse. "Superman."

Upstairs, in Room 1212, the superman sat in a comfortable chair and
tried to relax. He wasn't a trained telepath but he could read surface
thoughts if there were enough force behind them, and he could read the
red thoughts of the man downstairs.