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"If 7 had put up signs warning of chemical dangers,"

the other man commented, "I would have made sure that you did indeed run into such dangers the first time you removed a panel. Nothing fetal, of course. Certainly nothing really nasty, like gaseous Ganglicide. Maybe a little sinoidal stimulant Or Capellan fungus spores."

"She thought of that," said Sev grimly. "So, unfortunately for her, did I... I wore a chem-pro suit and gas mask while I checked out the electronics."

"And?"

"The place never should have passed the most cursory inspection," Sev said tonelessly. "ltdidn't pass mine. I transmitted a full report via the Net — enough to stop payment on the space station and put Polo Construction under investigation. The lady was, ummm — not auo>-"——— i

right ear. Nothing more than the feint memory ol scars now, but the lines still tingled whenever he thought of Fassa. Being clawed by Fassa del Parma wasn't nearly as much fun as the things they'd done on the Xanadu, but it vras still a remarkably stimulating experience. Even now, Sev reckoned he would rather have a fight with Fassa than party with any six other girls ofhis acquaintance.

Not that the opportunity was likely to come his way again....

"You said your report should have shut down the space station," his companion prompted gently. "In-stead...?"

"Damned if I know." Sev spread his hands. "When I got i i^__^jrt "-"™*rvM-f wa* crone. All mv fifes had been erased by some treaic computer HIUUUIA.UUU, ««.«* *___, had bothered to copy it to a datahedron first... or so they said. And I was up on charges of sexual harassment.

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"She got there first," the other man murmured.

"She's fast," Sev admitted grudgingly. "And smart.

And ... well, it doesn't matter. Not now." FU never get back on the Xanadu now. And if I did, she'd nail me to a wall and flay me. Slowly.

"It was her word against mine, no evidence on either side. Or so my supervisor told me. Asecond inspection, a second honest inspection, would have found the same flaws I detailed in my report. But they weren't going to send me, not after her complaints. And while they were waffling around looking for somebody else with the technical background to do the inspection, Senator Cenevix pushed a special bill through his committee. He's in charge of the Ethics Committee," Sev explained. "This 140

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bill made second inspections in the same class as trying a man twice for the same crime — placed a construction company under the protection of the old double jeopar-dy rule. So we weren't allowed to go back and collect the evidence. Then the letters started coming — about me gambling at the Pair-a-Dice — and, well, you know the rest of it."

"What I don't know, though, is what you expect me to do about it You've said you don't want me to get you reinstated at Bahati CreditLin — and I think that's a good idea; if you went back to the Nyota ya Jaha system, I don't think your life would be worth much. And you must know Central doesn't interfere with other worlds' internal legislative affairs. If this young lady has bribed a senator, that's most deplorable, but we must wait for the people of Bahati to recognize the feet and remove him by due electoral process."

"Not," said Sev grimly, "if I can get incontrovertible evidence of what she's been up to."

"My dear boy, you'll never get close to a Polo Construction job again. From what you've told me, I'm quite sure she's too bright to let you anywhere near her operations."

"True," Sev agreed."/ haven't a chance of catching her now. And there aren't many investigators — male or female — whom I'd guarantee to be immune to Fassa's, umm, methods of distraction." He paused for a moment of brief; intense, almost painful memory. "Maybe none,"

he concluded, opening his eyes again. "But a brainship would be safe enough, don't you think?"

"Tell me," said the gray-eyed man, "exactly what you have in mind." He hadn't moved by so much as the flicker of an eyelash, but Sev could sense the suddenly heightened interest. He outlined his plan, accepted several corrections and emendations to the basic strategy, and all but held his breath with hope and excitement. It had been a long shot, coming to this man, and one he hadn't really expected to pay off.

"I thinkitcanbedone," was the final verdict "I think it should be done. And I do believe I can arrange it."

"Then it only remains to find a brainship capable of carrying out the plan."

"Any Courier Service ship would be capable" There was a hint of reproof in the level, passionless voice.

"But we can do better than that. You want integrity, brains, diplomatic skills, and the ability to pass as a droneship. There's one ship fairly recently commissioned — about five years — that should suit your purposes. I can guarantee her personal integrity, you see, and that's what is most important in this operation. For the rest — "a brief, ironic smile that puzzled Sev — "well, let's just say I've been following this particular ship's career with some interest."

He stood, and Sev followed suit. As they passed the music platform, the synthocommer broke into a raucous burst of primitive melody—annoying, Jar too loud, but with a compelling rhythm behind the raw sounds. Sev rather liked it, but his companion dosed his eyes and shuddered faintly.

"I apologize," he said as the door closed behind them,

"for the music. It's not one of the cafe's attractions, in my opinion. Still, it is the other reason why I come here."

Sev frowned in puzzlement.

"You'd think a young man of High Families stock, with a good education and a family eager to help him get started in a worthwhile profession, could find some better career than playing synthocom in a dusty bar on the wrong side of town, wouldn't you?"

It was dearly a rhetorical question. Sev nodded his head in agreement.

"So," said the only honest man on Railas, "so would I. But evidently my son is of a different opinion."

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Rahilly, Nancia's CS supervisor, ordered her to take it easy while she was getting used to the hyperchip implants. "Cruise back to Central and take your time about it," he ordered her. "You'll have several assignments to pick from when you get here, but there's nothing urgent and no reason for you to strain yourself with too many Singularity transitions while you're getting up to speed with your new capabilities." So Nancia chose a lengthy return route that required only one very small transition through Singularity, while she reveled in the enhanced clarity and speed of thought she enjoyed wherever the hyperchips had been installed.

After the jump she was inclined to grumble at the.

caution displayed by the Courier Service.

"That was the best jump I've ever made," she told Caleb. "Did you feel how cleanly I ripped that dive into Central subspace?"

"Ripped a dive?" Caleb inquired.

Nancia realized that in all their time together, she'd never discussed how she felt about Singularity, or mentioned the Old Earth-style athletic metaphors that came to her when she was diving through decomposing three-space. "It's ... a term athletes use," she explained. "There were some newsbytes of the Earth Olympics once . . . anyway. I just meant it was a perfecdy wonderful jump. Don't you think so?"

"It was over faster than most," Caleb allowed. "Let's see what our next assignment is."

They had a choice of three, but as soon as Nancia scanned the beam she knew there was only one she wanted to take. Abrainship was needed for an undercover assignment investigating the methods of BLEEP

Construction Company on planet in the star system CENSORED. The matter must be handled with extreme discretion; details would be available only to the brainship accepting the assignment.

"Two weeks travel. One major Singularity point. I bet I know where it is," Nancia said.

"That could describe any number of routes," Caleb pointed out.

"Yes, but..." Nancia created a pattern of dancing lightstrings on her central panel. She would have been willing to bet her four years' accumulated pay and bonuses that at least one of the spoiled brats she'd carried out to the Nyota ya Jaha system was implementing the plans she'd discussed. Fassa del Parma y Polo. Polo Construction. Bahati. Hadn't there been something on the newsbytes about a delay in financing the new space station off Bahati, some question about the inspection? ... It had to be Fassa's company. And here, at last, was Nancia's chance to stop one of the unethical litue beasts. "Caleb, let's take this one. I like it"

Caleb sniffed disapprovingly. "Well, I don't Undercover —that's next door to espionage. Vega Ethical Code considers it the same thing, in feet. I didn't sign on to Courier Service to become a dirty, sneaking spy." He made the word sound obscene. "And look at this.'' He overrode Nancia's pattern of dancing lights to display a copy of the assignment description on the central screen.

A laser pointer highlighted the wait-code inconspicuous-ly marked on the top left corner of the message header.

"See that? Somebody specifically routed this assignment to us, even if it meant waiting three weeks for us to come back from Spica subspace by the longest route. With a little checking the Net we could probably find out who —

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Families meddling and pulling strings. I think we ought to take one of the other two assignments. Something that's presented in a straightforward manner, something we can do without compromising our integrity."

But even Caleb couldn't work up much enthusiasm for their other two choices.

The first, they were warned, might be a relatively long-term assignment. A ship was required to transport the Planetary Technical Aid inspection committee on its five-yearly rounds, remaining at each planet while the committee inspected the situation and prepared a report.

"I guess there are worse chores," he said. "And maybe it wouldn't take so long. If they do this trip every five years, the last inspection ship should have been coming back just before you were commissioned. Want to check the records and find out how long the round trip took?"

Nancia began checking the Courier Service's open records while Caleb studied the third assignment choice. "Taking a bull to Cor Caroli subspace? This is a Courier Service assignment?"

"Improving agriculture," Nancia suggested, and then, "but they can't be serious. Surely all we'd have to take out is a sperm sample."

But it turned out, when they checked, that nobody had ever successfully taken a sperm sample from Thunderbolt III, the prize bull bufialo of die Central Worlds Zoo. And since die only surviving cow bufialo was on Cor Caroli VI, and since the zoo keeper diere claimed Shaddupa suffered from terrible Singularity stress and couldn't possibly handle spaceflight, the preservation of the species required that Thunderbolt III be transported to Cor Caroli VI.

" I think even a PTA committee would be better company than Thunderbolt Three," Caleb commented.

"Nancia, isn't there any CS record of how long the previous inspection tour lasted?"

"I just found it," Nancia told him. She'd had to check through more years of records than she anticipated.

"And?"

"And they should be returning some time next year.

They're still out in Deneb subspace. I've been reading the interim reports. It seems the PTAbylaws prohibit die inspection committee from leaving any planet until diey have all agreed to and signed the report for that planet**

'And?'

This time Nancia did sigh. "Caleb, it's a committee."

Three hours later Sevareid Bryley-Sorensen d'Aquino came aboard to explain his plan in detail.

"1 don't like the paint job," Nancia complained when the retrofitting was done.

Caleb glared at her control panel. She wished he would turn around and look at her central column, now hidden behind fake bulkheads. "It was your idea to travel under false colors. Don't complain now."

"It's not being disguised as an OG Shipping droneship I mind," Nancia said. "It's Darnell's choice of colors. Puce and mauve, ugh!"

That wasn't quite true. She did mind the OG Ship-

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see pan of Darnell Overton-Glaxely*s rapidly growing empire. But she wasn't about to admit that to Caleb, not after arguing so hard to convince him that they should take the assignment.

Sev Bryley's plan had been simplicity itself. Fassa del Parma seduced men when she needed to, but she was economical with herself as with all Polo Construction's resources: very few strangers were allowed dose enough to the construction company's operations to become any sort of a threat. Herworkers were fanatically loyal to her—

"Let's not discuss that part," Caleb had interrupted Sev at this point. "It's not fit for Nancia to hear."

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"I believe," Sev said carefully, "that their loyalty is purchased by stock options and high financial bonuses. Not to mention the feet that a number of them are rumored to be wanted by Central under other IDs; somebody seems to be doing a fine business in supplying Fassa with lake Net identities for her workers."

Polyon. Nancia remembered the ease and dexterity with which he'd hacked into the Net accounts via her own computer. And that had been five years before. He was probably much, much better at it now. She could tell Sev Bryley where to look for the Net forger... or just drop him a hint. A hint might be enough for this determined young man; look how quickly he'd dredged up the connection between Polo Construction and OG

Shipping, the very basis for their hastily executed plan.

Fassa's business required heavy transport facilities.