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〃Look； I demand you call the God （bleeped） United States Consul！ Right now； do you hear？ I know my God （bleeped） rights！ You get the United States Consul down here； buster； before I decide to really put your （bleeps） in the fire！〃 He obviously wouldn't answer。 I gestured to the guard to take him to the waiting covered van。 He hadn't denied he was Gunsalmo Silva。
As they pushed him into the van； he was shouting back at me； 〃I'm gonna write my congressman about this！〃 Well； good luck； I thought。 Trying to buy United States postage stamps in the interrogation rooms of Spite…os would be a bit difficult。
There didn't seem to be any more captives ing out so I bounced up the internal ladders to the captain's salon。 And there I found Bolz。 He was a big man； a grizzled old spacer； the hardness of a hundred years of bouncing off stars。 He was uncoiling after his landing。 He had his tunic off。 Hairy； hairy chest。 Probably from Binton Planet； from the way his shoulders hunched and his mouth drooped。
He saw me and waved to a gimbal chair。 〃Sit down； Officer Gris。〃 I had met Bolz before a time or two。 I was glad it was him。 〃I'm just going to have myself a spot before I waddle over groundside。 Care to join me？〃 He was fishing a bottle out of the table rack near him。 I knew what it would be。 It was 〃Johnny Walker Black Label。〃 Earth whisky！ I don't know why the captains on this run do it。 Blows your head off！ I took about three drops of it in a canister； not to drink it； but to be friendly。
Bolz chattered on a bit about his run。 The usual stuff。 Almost hit a cloud of space debris； bigger electric storm than usual passing this star or that； blew a converter on a main drive； two of the crew in the brig for stealing stores…you know； banal。
And then； my； was my luck holding！ I saw the reason for all his friendliness。 He made sure no one was at the door and leaned over； whisky fumes rising； to whisper； 〃Gris； I got twenty cases of Scotch in my locker。 I need a pass to get them through the guards and over to a friend in Joy City。 Do you suppose 。 。 。 ？〃 I laughed with delight。 I made a beckoning motion with my fingers and he handed me the blank。 I put my identoplate on it。 I had thought all this was going to cost me money！
He beamed。 He could get fifty credits a bottle。 Then he looked at me speculatively。 〃It just so happens I bought a black girl this trip。 There's high demand in the brothels。 You don't mind if I add her to this pass？〃 Better and better。 〃Go ahead；〃 I said。
He made a money motion with his fingers。 〃And how much？〃 I really laughed。 〃Bolz； we're old friends。 The price is nothing。 I don't even have anything illegal to go back to Blito…P3。〃
〃I owe you a favor； then；〃 he said。
〃As you will；〃 I said。 〃But do you mind if I get on with the ship business？〃 Between the whisky and his ing profit； Bolz was really relaxed。 〃At your orders； Officer Gris。〃
〃When do you head back？〃
〃Maybe a ten…day turnaround。 I got to replace a converter。 Make it maybe ten days。 After all； they're your orders； Officer Gris。〃
〃Well； ten days will be just fine。 But there are certain items you must have aboard before your shoot…away。 The first is a young man named Twolah。〃 Bolz was scribbling with a huge hand。 〃Probably get spacesick。〃
〃He's a courier carrying confidential material。 He'll be on the run quite often。 Now Twolah is sort of 。 。 。 well； man crazy。 You are not to let him talk to anyone or the crew or another passenger。 And don't let him get sexually involved with the crew。〃
〃Got it。 Locked cabin。 Locked （bleep）。〃
〃The other is a scientist。 He holds some scientific secrets。 He is on a secret mission。 Do not put him down on your manifest。 He is not to talk with anyone。〃
〃Got it。 Locked cabin； empty。 Locked mouth。〃
〃Now there are three freight consignments。〃
〃Hey； now；〃 said Bolz。 〃That's good。 You know we never carry nothing back to Blito…P3 but some food and a few spare parts。 So！ Real freight！ That's good。 Makes the ship run better。 You know； Officer Gris； we carry too little cargo。〃
〃I'm glad you approve。 Now； there's a big lot ing from Zanco Cellological Equipment and Supplies。 Physical health sort of thing to set up a base hospital。〃
〃Hey； things are looking up。 Maybe somebody can treat that venereal disease that's poking around down there。 I got two crew limping with it right now！ The dumb （bleepards）。〃
〃Then a bit later； there'll be a second； smaller lot ing in from the same firm but it's being held for inspection。 It will have some very sensitive stuff in it so don't let it get knocked around。〃
〃Knocked around；〃 said Bolz； writing busily。
〃Now； do you have a lead…sealed storeroom； that can take radioactive material in boxes？〃
〃Yeah； we got one。 They won't blow up； will they？〃
〃Not unless they're opened；〃 I said。 〃But they're so sensitive that I brought them down myself。 Could you have an officer stow them in it right now。 And lock it？〃 Well； he could do that if he hurried before they all hit groundside for a spree。 He pushed buzzers and； with Ske's help； soon had nine 〃radioactive〃 boxes in the vault。 I turned the key in the lock and put it in my pocket。
Bolz acpanied me back to the exit airlock。 〃Hey； how we going to unload it if you got the key？〃 I grinned at him。 I was really floating。 〃I'll be there to meet you when you land on Earth； Captain。 I'm going to run this show from Blito…P3！〃 He swatted me on the back and almost knocked my breath out。 〃Great news！ Then you can stamp passes for here right when I load there！ So I'll see you on the target！〃
〃With a bottle of Scotch in my hand just for you；〃 I said。
〃Wait；〃 he paused； puzzled。 〃How you going to get there before I do？ Old Blixo is no sprinter but there ain't anything else leaving before I do。〃 We could see Tug One through the gaps in other craft。 She only stood out because contractor crews were boiling over her。
He peered。 〃I don't recognize her。 What is she？ Looks like a Fleet 。 。 。 oh； my Gods； is that one of the Will…be Was engined tugs？ Hey； Officer Gris； do you know one of them things blew up？ I thought they'd retired all light…craft Will…be Was stuff from service。 Oh； now； Officer Gris； I don't know if you'll be there to meet me or not。〃 And he made an explosion motion with his two hands。
It was not too happy a thought to part on。 But with promises to be careful and good wishes for his own next voyage； I went down the ladder。
I had a awful lot to do。 In fact； on today's schedule there remained the dangerous part of my planning。 The real make or break。 My mind was full of the problem of how to get the secret bugs for Heller。
As I flew away； Bolz was still standing there； shaking his head。
Chapter 3
We flew up to ten thousand feet。 My driver was pretending he had strained his back and scratched his hands。 I had headed him for Joy City。 I was trying to put makeup on and he kept taking his hands off the wheel…stick and trying to suck the blood out of the cuts the sharp…edged boxes had made。 I got some powder in my eye and cursed him。
〃Hover！〃 I demanded。 And added a couple violent adjectives。
So he hovered。 I was able to plete my face。 With a bit of yellow liquid； dulled