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obe than all your bribe…bloated bureaucrats…and his female assistant。 They pulled the entire job by themselves。 His name； or undoubtedly pseudoname； is Pepe Nero。 The girl is called Angelina 。 。 。〃
〃Arrest them at once！ Guards 。 。 。 guards…〃 Ferraro's voice died away as he ran out of the room。 I talked to his vanishing back。
〃That is just what we intend to do； but it's a little difficult at the moment since they are the ones who not only built the battleship； but undoubtedly stole it as well。 It was fully automated so no crew is necessary。〃
〃What do you plan to do？〃 one of the clerks asked。
I shall do nothing；〃 I told him； with the snapped precision of an old space veteran。 〃The League fleet is already closing in on the renegades and you will be informed of the capture。 Thank you for your assistance。〃
Chapter 6
I threw them as snappy a salute as I could muster and they filed out。 Staring gloomily at their backs I envied for one moment their simple faith in the League Navy。 When in reality the vengeful fleet was just as imaginary as my admiral's rating。 This was still a job for the Corps。 Inskipp would have to be given the latest information at once。 I had sent him a psigram about the theft； but there was no answer as yet。 Maybe the identity of the thieves would stir some response out of him。
My message was in code； but it could be quickly broken if someone wanted to try hard enough。 I took it to the message center myself。 The psiman was in his transparent cubicle and I locked myself in with him。 His eyes were unfocused as he spoke softly into a mike； pulling in a message from somewhere across the galaxy。 Outside the rushing transcribers copied； coded and filed messages； but no sound penetrated the insulated wall。 I waited until his attention clicked back into the room； and handed him the sheets of paper。
〃League Central 14…rush；〃 I told him。
He raised his eyebrows； but didn't ask any questions。 Establishing contact only took a few seconds； as they had an entire battery of psimen for their munications。 He read the code words carefully； shaping them with his mouth but not speaking aloud； the power of his thoughts carrying across the light…years of distance。 As soon as he was finished I took back the sheet； tore it up and pocketed the pieces。
I had my answer back quickly enough； Inskipp must have been hovering around waiting for my message。 The mike was turned off to the transcribers outside； and I took the code groups down in shorthand myself。
〃。 。 。 xybb dfil fdno； and if you don't…don't e back！〃
The message broke into clear at the end and the psiman smiled as he spoke the words。 I broke the point off my stylus and growled at him not to repeat any of this message； as it was classified； and I would personally see him shot if he did。 That got rid of the smile； but didn't make me feel any better。
The decoded message turned out not to be as bad as I had imagined。 Until further notice I was in charge of tracking and capturing the stolen battleship。 I could call on the League for any aid I needed。 I would keep my identity as an admiral for the rest of the job。 I was to keep him informed of progress。 Only those ominous last words in clear kept my happiness from being plete。
I had been handed my long…awaited assignment。 But translated into simple terms my orders were to get the battleship； or it would be my neck。 Never a word about my efforts in uncovering the plot in the first place。 This is a heartless world we live in。
This moment of self…pity relaxed me and I immediately went to bed。 Since my main job now was waiting； I could wait just as well asleep。
And waiting was all I could do。 Of course there were secondary tasks； such as ordering a Naval cruiser for my own use； and digging for more information on the thieves； but these really were secondary to my main purpose。 Which was waiting for bad news。 There was no place I could go that would be better situated for the chase than Cittanuvo。 The missing ship could have gone in any direction。 With each passing minute the sphere of probable locations grew larger by the power of the squared cube。 I kept the on…watch crew of the cruiser at duty stations and confined the rest within a one hundred…yard radius of the ship。
There was little more information on Pepe and Angelina； they had covered their tracks well。 Their backgrounds were unknown； though the fact they both talked with a slight accent suggested an off…world origin。 There was one dim picture of Pepe； chubby but looking too grim to be a happy fat boy。 There was no picture of the girl。 I shuffled the meager findings； controlled my impatience； and kept the ship's psiman busy pulling in all the reports of any kind of trouble in space。 The navigator and I plotted their locations in his tank； paring the positions in relation to the growing sphere that enclosed all the possible locations of the stolen ship。 Some of the disasters and apparent accidents hit inside this area； but further investigation proved them all to have natural causes。
I had left standing orders that all reports falling inside the danger area were to be brought to me at any time。 The messenger woke me from a deep sleep； turning on the light and handing me the slip of paper。 I blinked myself awake； read the first two lines； and pressed the action station alarm over my bunk。 I'll say this； the Navy boys know their business。 When the sirens screamed； the crew secured ship and blasted off before I had finished reading the report。 As soon as my eyeballs un…squashed back into focus I read it through； then once more carefully from the beginning。
It looked like the one we had been waiting for。 There were no witnesses to the tragedy； but a number of monitor stations had picked up the discharge static of a large energy weapon being fired。 Triangulation had led investigators to the spot where they found a freighter； Ogget's Dream； with a hole punched through it as big as a railroad tunnel。 The freighter's cargo of plutonium was gone。
I read Pepe in every line of the message。 Since he was flying an undermanned battleship； he had used it in the most efficient way possible。 If he attempted to negotiate or threaten another ship； the element of chance would be introduced。 So he had simply roared up to the unsuspecting freighter and blasted her with the monster guns his battleship packed。 All eighteen men aboard had been killed instantly。 The thieves were also murderers。
I was under pressure now to act。 And under a greater pressure not to make any mistakes。 Roly…poly Pepe had shown himself to be a ruthless killer。 He knew what he wanted…then reached out and took it。 Destroying anyone who stood in his way。 More people would die before this was over； it was up to me to keep that number as small as possible。
Ideally I should have rushed out the fleet with guns blazing and dragged him to justice。 Very nice； and I wished it could be done that way。 Except where was he？ A battleship may be gigantic on some terms of reference； but in the immensity of the galaxy it is microscopically infinitesimal。 As long as it stayed out of the regular lanes of