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ire that topped it。 Admittedly all this was to keep anyone from getting inbut it worked equally well in the opposite direction。 I walked on； trying to fight off the black depression that still threatened to overwhelm me。 I passed through a medium sized atmosphere craft area； two crossed runways and some hangars； with a collection of lumbering jet transports standing about。 For a moment I considered stealing one of thesebut where would I land without being captured？ I had to be in this city tonight； not zipping off to parts unknown。
Beyond the aircraft was a high chain metal fence that cut off the spaceship area。 Getting in there would be easy enoughbut what would it acplish？ I could see the same high outer wall stretching off into the distance。 There was a rumble in the sky and bright lights lanced down。 I turned around and watched； sunk in gloom； as a delta wing fighter settled in heavily for a landing。 It looked like one of the same type that had strafed me at Pot rock。 The tires squealed when it was hit and the jets roared with reverse thrustand I was running forward even while the idea was half…formed in my mind。
Madness？ Perhaps。 But in my line of business； crockery； you learn to rely on hunches and trained reflexes。 And while I ran the parts all fell into place and I saw that this was It。 Sweet； fast； clean and dangerous。 The way I liked things。 I took a false moustache out of my pocket and fixed it on my lip as I ran。
The jet turned and taxied off to a hardstand and I trotted after it。 A car came out to meet it and a crew of mechanics began to service the jet。 One of them unloaded a ladder and placed it next to the cockpit as the top of the canopy opened like an alligator's mouth。 I ran a little faster as the pilot climbed down and made for the car。 He was just climbing in when I came stumbling up and he returned my salute。 A burly individual in heavy flying gear； the golden crescent of a major on his collar。
〃Excuse me； sir；〃 I gasped； 〃but the mandant asked me to make sure you had the papers。〃
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃 he grumbled； sliding into his seat。 He sounded tired。 I climbed into the back。
〃Then you don't know。 Oh； God！ Driverget going as fast as possible。〃
The driver did； since that was his job； and I slipped the tube out of the holder m my hip pocket。 When we were out of sight of the jet I raised it to my lips。
〃Major 。 。 。〃I said； and he turned his head and grunted。 I puffed。
He grunted again and raised his hand towards the little dart stuck in his cheekthen slumped forward。 I caught him before he fell。
〃Driverstop！ Something has happened to the major。〃
The driver； obviously not a man of much imagination； took a quick look at the slumped figure and hit the brake。 As soon as we skidded to a stop； away from any buildings I was happy to see； I let him have a second narco…dart and he went off to join the major in dreamland。 I laid them both on the ground and stripped off the officer's flying suit and helmet。 With a little bit of struggling I managed to pull the things over my own uniform； then strapped on the helmet and pulled the tinted goggles down over my eyes。 All of this took less than a minute。 I left the dozing pair in each other's arms and headed the car back to the plane。 So far so good。 But this had been the easiest part。 I stood on the brakes so that the car screeched； bucked and skidded to a stop on the hardstand。
〃Emergency！〃 I shouted； leaping from the car and running to the ladder。 〃Unhook this thing so I can take off。〃
The mechanics merely gaped at me； making no move towards the umbilical wires and hoses that connected the plane to the servicing pit。 I wheeled the nearest one about and used the toe of my boot to move him in the right direction。 He got the message clearly and the others now understood as well。 They went to work。 All except a grizzled non with a sleeve covered with hashmarks and stripes and a face covered with suspicion。 He rolled over and looked me up and down。
〃This is Major Lopta's personal plane； sir。 Haven't you made a mistake？〃
〃Not as big a mistake as you are making interfering with me。 How long has it been since you were a private？〃
He looked at me in thought for a moment； then turned away without another word。 I headed for the plane。 As I climbed the ladder I saw that the non was busy at the radio in the car。 This was a mistake on my part； I should have done something about that radio。 As I was getting into the cockpit he dropped the radio and bellowed。
〃Stop that man！ He has no orders for this flight。〃
The man steadying the ladder reached for my leg and I put my foot on his chest and pushed。 I sent the ladder after him and dropped into the seat。
This situation had rapidly developed in a direction that was not to my liking。 I had planned on having enough time to familiarize myself with the controls before I fired up the engines； although I had plenty of jet hours I had never been in a Cliaandian one before。 Not only didn't I know where the starter was but I did some pretty desperate fumbling before I even found the switch for the instrument lights。 As I flicked it on the ladder smacked back against the side of the plane。 I hated old efficient nons； the backbone of the military。 Now I had to take out time to open the flying suit and grope inside it for my pockets。
A few happy…gas and sleep grenades cleared away the mechanics for the moment。 Some lay cheerfully unconscious while the others laughed themselves sick。 The non had cowardly stayed out of range and was back on the radio again。 I studied the instruments。 There！ The little black knob with PAUENJE on it。 When I slapped it the jets whined and rumbled to life。 A rocket slug crashed through the open canopy above my head and I ducked cursing。 As I kicked in the throttle I saw the non kneeling to take careful aim。 The plane began to moveslowly。
His gun flared again and I felt the vibration as the slug buried itself in the seat。 Which was probably armored。 My first bit of luck。 I flipped the tail so it pointed at the gunman； which put the armor between me and him and gave him a good blast of jet exhaust in the face。 The plane bucked and shuddered and moved forward againand I saw the torn fuel hose flapping in the windstream and pumping out its vital juices。 Those idiots hadn't disconnected it！ I didn't know where the fuel gauge was on the cluttered instrument board； nor did I want to look at it。 Logic told me that gravity would bleed the fuel out a lot slower than the pumps had forced it into the tanksbut logic had nothing to do with this。 I had a vision of the jets dying out here in the middle of the field while the forces of the enemy closed in around me。 I could feel my blood pressure going up like an express elevator。
My busy little non friend was obviously still working on the radio； because when I turned onto the runway I saw that some trucks were moving into position to block it and something that looked suspiciously like an armored car was roaring up in the background。 I cut the throttle back almost all the way and ducked my head down to read the instrument panel again。
What I was looking for w