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〃Do you have a map？〃 I asked。 〃I would like to know just what we have to face when we go out there。〃
Tremearne reached to the holo projector and switched it on。 A three…dimensional contour map appeared in midair over the table。 〃This is a fair…sized continent as you can see。 There are other continents on this planet； some inhabited； but they have no contact with this one。 The artifact has to be somewhere here。〃
That really simplifies things； I thought to myself。 Only one continent to search and about three weeks to do it in。 I shook off the depression that was depressing my depression。
〃Do you know who and what are out there？〃
〃We have a good idea。 We plant bugs where we can； fly spyeyes pretty often。〃 He tapped the plain at the center of the continent。 〃Here is the Pentagon with the Machmen close by outside it。 The Fundamentaloids could be anywhere here on the plains depending on the season。 It is subtropical most of the year； but rainfall varies。 They have herds of sheots； a very hardy ruminant； some kind of cross between a sheep and a goat。 Now over here in the foothills is the closest thing that passes for civilization in these parts。 An agricultural society with light industry that looks almost decent until you get close。 There is a central city； right here； surrounded by farms。 They mine and smelt silver and produce a coin called a fedha。 It is the only currency on the planet and is used by almost everyone。〃 He pulled a heavy bag out of a drawer and dropped it onto the table。 〃As you can well imagine they are easy enough to forge。 In fact ours have more silver than the originals。 Here's a supply for you。 I suggest that you share it around and hide it well。 A lot of types out there would be happy to kill you for just one of these。 The people who mine the silver call their city Paradise…which is about as far away from a true description as you can get。 Stay away from them…if you possibly can。〃
〃I'll try to remember that。 And I want to copy this into memory in my puter。 Here。〃
I took off the small black metal skull that hung on a chain around my neck。 When I squeezed it the eyes glowed greenly and a pressure…sensitive holoscreen blinked into being； I copied the map； thought about what Tremearne had said…and realized for the first time what a sinkhole we were being dropped into。 I had another question。
〃So everyone out there is a nutcase or a weirdo of some kind？〃
〃The ones that were sent here for various crimes are。 The ones who were born here grow up and fit in just as well。〃
〃And you feel no passion for them？ Doomed by an accident of birth to existence in this world…wide spittoon。〃
〃I certainly do…and I am glad to hear you express yourself so clearly on the subject。 I never even heard of this world until the emergency。 I got the professors off safely then looked around。 Which is why I now head the mittee that is working to clean up the operation here on Liokukae。 It has been ignored for too long by too many stupid politicians。 I took this assignment to see for myself。 Your reports to me； along with your plete report when you return； Arifl be just what we heed to make this prison world a thing of the past。〃
〃If you mean that； Captain； I'm on your side。 But I hope you are not feeding a line of old cagal just to get the job done。〃
〃You have my word on it。〃
I sure hoped that he was telling the truth。
〃I have a question；〃 Floyd said。 〃How do we contact the Captain here if we need some help or such？〃
〃You don't…I do。〃 I tapped my jaw。 〃I've got a micro municator implant here。 Small enough to be powered by the oxygen in my blood。 But powerful enough to be picked up by the big receivers in the Pentagon。 So even if all of our goods are stolen…they can't get my jaw。 So； I suggest strongly； we stick together at all times。 I can talk with Tremearne through this thing； get suggestions and advice。 But no physical contact or our cover is blown。 If he has to pull us out the mission is over…whether we have the artifact or not。 So let us be strong； guys and girl； and self sufficient。 It's a human jungle out there。〃
〃No truer words ever spoken；〃 Tremearne said grimly。 〃If no one else has any questions put the cuffs back on and you're out of here。〃
〃Hell yes；〃 Steengo said； climbing to his feet。 〃Let's get it over with。〃
Our packs were waiting for us in front of a massive and bolt…studded door。 There were four shoddy little plastic bags as well； which probably contained our iron rations and water。 An orientation booklet was tucked into each one。 A backup force of guards with stunguns and porcuswine prods stomped up and glared obnoxiously while our manacles were removed。
〃In there；〃 the petty officer ordered； pointing to the anteroom in front of the exit portal。 〃Inner door is closed and sealed before the outside one opens。 You got only one way to go。 Or stay in the room if you are tired of living。 After five minutes the outer door closes and nerve gas is pumped in through those vents up there。〃
〃I don't believe you！〃 I snapped。
His smile was without warmth。 〃Then why don't you just hang around and find out？〃
I raised my fist and he hurriedly jumped back。 The porcuswine prods sparkled in my direction。 I raised my finger to them in the intergalactic gesture that is as old as time； turned and walked away from them following the others。 There was a creak and a thud from behind us as the door swung shut； but I did not turn to look。 The future； whatever it contained； lay just ahead。
We helped each other on with our packs； swaying dizzily with the effort。 There was the thud of withdrawn bolts from inside the door； the growl of straining motors as it started to open。
Unconsciously we drew together as we turned to face the unknown。
CHAPTER 7
A splatter of rain blew in through the opening door。 Wele to sunny； holiday Liokukae。 Which opened wider to reveal the group of very ugly…looking individuals who were waiting outside。 They were dressed in an astounding variety of clothing … it looked like all the donations to charity in the entire galaxy had been sent here…and they all had two things in mon。 They were heavily armed with a mixture of clubs； swords； maces and axes。 And they all looked very angry。
Just about what I had expected； I chomped down on the Blastoff capsule I had put in my mouth。 I had never thought much of the weaklings…recovering…from…treatment plan and had palmed this pill in case it were needed。 It was。
A wave of energy and power washed through me as the mixture of powerful chemicals； uppers； stimulants； adrenalins； swept away all the fatigue and shakes。 Power！ Power！ Power！ I swayed forward on tiptoes as Tremearne had advised； flaring my nostrils at the same time。
A great bearded lout swinging a crude but serviceable sword glared down at me。 I glared back； noting that not only did his eyes meet in the middle but that his hairline also started at his eyebrows。 When he shouted at me his breath frightened me more than he did。
〃You dere； little boy。 Gimme what you carrying。 You all drop what you got or you get it。〃
〃No one tell me what to do unless he can beat me； you illiterate cretin；〃 I shouted back。 The macho showdown with these macho mother