er, Ronny Bronston took in her practiced flicking of the
controls from the side of his eyes. He wondered vaguely at the efficiency
of such Section G officials as Metaxa and Jakes that they would assign an
unknown quality such as himself to a task as important as running down
Tommy Paine, and then as an assistant provide him with an experienced
operative such as Tog. The bureaucratic mind can be a dilly, he decided.
Was the fact that she was a rather delicately constructed girl a factor?
He felt the weight of the Model-H gun nestled under his left armpit.
Perhaps in the clutch Section G preferred men as agents.
They swooped into a landing that brought them as close to the control
tower as was practical. In a matter of moments there was a guard of twenty
or more sloppily uniformed men about their small craft.
Tog made a move. "Welcoming committee," she said.
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They climbed out the circular port, and flashed their United Planets
Bureau of Investigation badges to the youngish looking soldier who seemed
in command. He was indecisive.
"United Planets?" he said. "All I know is I'm supposed to arrest anybody
landing."
Ronny snapped, "We're to be taken immediately to United Planets
headquarters."
"Well, I don't know about that. I don't take orders from foreigners."
One of his men was nervously fingering the trigger of his submachine gun.
Ronny's mouth went dry. He had the feeling of being high, high on a rock
face, inadequately belayed from above.
Tog said smoothly, "But, major, I'm sure whoever issued your orders had no
expectation of a special delegation from the United Planets coming to
congratulate your new authorities on their success. Of course, it's
unknown to arrest a delegation from United Planets."
"It is?" he frowned at her. "I mean, you are?"
"Yes," Tog said sweetly.
Ronny took the hint. "Where can we find a vehicle, major, to get us to the
capital and to United Planets headquarters? Evidently we arrived before we
were expected. There should have been a big welcoming committee here."
"Oh," the obviously recently promoted lad said hesitantly. "Well, I
suppose we can make arrangements. This way please." He grinned at Tog as
they walked toward the administration building. "Do all girls dress like
you on Earth?"
"Well, no," she said demurely.
"That's too bad," he said gallantly.
"Why, major!" Tog said, keeping her eyes on the tarmac.
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