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The contractors had finished their work。 I went in and checked and sure enough； when you pressed the wall just so； it revolved and there was a ladder to a hatch in the roof。 The silent…break glass was innocently in place。 The river roiled along five hundred feet below。
When I came out； Bawtch； a very inconsistent type； had piled some forms on my desk。 〃As long as you're here； you can stamp these forms。 You never stamped the first contractor and now there are two to stamp。 I have a new payroll and the expenses allocation that Twolah and Odur will require。 And another shipment came in from Blito…P3 that must be stamped as received in good order。 Office expenses have also gone up。〃 He was shoving me at my desk now。 〃I can't understand why it is if you're always bursting in here why you can't at least do your work！〃 I began to stamp。 I got even with him。 I didn't even read the stuff。 Maintain a lofty attitude is always the best way！ Puts the riffraff in their place！
I found out suddenly I was stamping blank forms！ That would never do。 They have to be written on first！ I got brave。 〃Bawtch； you're getting soft in the head。 You forgot to make these forms out before you brought them in！ Old age； Bawtch。 Dotage！〃 He snatched the pile away in considerable anger。 He stalked out。 I could see I had reached him。 You have to be very firm with such riffraff。 Lombar was right when he had said that there were very few Academy officers about： those of us there were had to really slave to make the Apparatus run as well as it did！
I got up and walked into the main office。 It promptly cleared again of clerks。 I was aware suddenly that some people were behind me and to my left。 It was Too…Too and Oh Dear。 My position had them trapped： they couldn't leave without running close to me。 They were standing there in frozen horror。
Behind them was a third； it was a training operator from the Apparatus Training mand。 And； what do you know； he was sitting at a brand…new master data console！
How out of place it looked； all bright； shining； new plates and keyboards and glittering screens amongst the dirt and decayed furniture of the outer office。
And then I grasped the situation。 Bawtch had e up。 I spoke very severely； 〃What is this master console doing here？〃 Bawtch； who is silly about some things like keeping security from other parts of the Apparatus； ordered the training operator out and； when he had gone； turned to me。 〃You stamped the order for it three weeks ago。 You are entitled to it with your increase in rank； though why they promoted you； I don't dare imagine！〃 I knew that wasn't the reason。 That was just his eighty…year…old failure to bee an officer talking。 〃You got this in here so that these two boys could use it！〃 Bawtch blew up。 〃You brute！ You didn't expect them to get their data from a dirty old Lord； did you？〃
〃I certainly did！ The kind of data you can get on these machines does not include what Endow knows。 They better make up time getting into Endow's bed or I'll include any sisters！〃 The two boys had already fallen into each other's arms。 At this last； they went out in a dead faint。
Bawtch left； spinning chairs out of the way and slamming them to the floor。 He banged his door shut。 He seemed upset。
I stepped over the boys and sat down at the console。 Well； well。 A master console of my own！ I threw it out of training mode and into activation。 I took out Bawtch's chief clerk identoplate and was about to insert my own when I changed my mind and left his in。 In his agitation he had forgotten it。
I punched in my own name and designation： actually this takes a moment or two as there are twenty…two thousand； six hundred and eighty…one Soltan Grises in the tens of millions of Voltarian officers of all branches and I didn't want the wrong one。
Warrants？ I punched。
Not yet； said the machine。 Pay status？
I punched in。 The machine promptly pulsated red flashes。
Alert； alert； alert！ Through clerical error； this officer was advanced one credit in excess of a year's advance pay。 All further pay uncollectible until refund occurs。 I had thought I would now have three weeks pay I could draw on。 But not so！ But what luck！ I did have one credit and I could send it in。 But as I was reaching for it； the machine went on talking。
Warning； warning； warning。 If said officer loses any one of his four paychecks for any reason or suffers demotion or fine； municate at once to the Finance Department Courts…martial Unit。 I went cold。 What if I did lose Mission Earth？
The mountains had their game wardens； Government City had its Finance Department。 There was no place to hide！
It was not unknown to me； but the threat of being a gutter bum in some slum city； living on garbage； if that； so unnerved me that the five…second warning flash had begun before I realized I had not remedied being broke right now。 I hastily tapped； Item en route and scribbled my name and designations on a scrap of paper and wadded it and the one…credit note into a capsule。 I slammed it hastily into the slot and punched； Finance Adjustments and off it went with a whoosh。 Shortly； the screen flashed； Adjustment received。 I hastily punched； Pay status？ and the machine said； I am sorry but it takes two months to adjust pay errors。 And before I could even protest； the machine again said； Warning； warning； warning。 If said officer loses any one of his four paychecks 。 。 。
I slammed the keys and shut it off。 （Bleep） them！ I should have paid it with a counterfeit note！ That would show them。
I was so angry and so upset that I forgot I had two fainted bodies behind me and I stumbled on them as I left。
Outside I took a deep breath to steady myself。 The sour smell of the Apparatus sector and the stink of the River Wiel did not pare with the Blike Mountains。
〃Officer Gris；〃 said Ske； startling me in the shadows of the building。 〃Don't you think we better go down to the Apparatus hangars while we got some day left？〃 While I had some paychecks left； I thought。 I climbed hastily into the airbus。 I had to get this mission going even if it killed me； which it probably would。
Chapter 7
We hovered in the sky above the Apparatus hangars； waiting for the landing circle to clear。 Such was my urgency and determination that I became impatient。 It was all very well to hang there in the soft afternoon sunlight； sitting on the gaudy seat of the new airbus； but that didn't keep me out of gutter hollow！ Way； way over to the west I could see Ardaucus； the fancy name they give Slum City。 It even looked smudgy and dirty at this distance。 Lombar was right： it ought to be annihilated！ But not with me in it！
〃What is holding us？〃 I at length demanded。
Ske shrugged。 〃It's that Fleet freight skyhauler。〃 Alarm shot through me。 I had been careful about keeping Heller away from Fleet anything！ And sure enough； down there on the landing circle below； a Fleet skyhauler was hovering； bobbing up and down； giving the final adjustments to something huge and brass colored…a sort of cylinder。 It was getting it finally onto a trundle dolly。
Even as I looked； the Fleet pilot tripped his let…go and the cables began to reel up。 Without waiting for this to be pl