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I knew was that pathfinder ships had gone in first and planted radio beacons。 I had the frequency and the signal I was to listen for； and when I detected it I was to home in and land。 And I knew that the target was a spaceport。 With the final instructions I had received some large and clear photographsthe Cliaandian spies had obviously been hard at workof a spaceport； aerial and wound views。 A big red X was marked near the terminal buildings and I had to set the ship down as close to this site as I could。 Fine。
〃That's the signal！〃 The dah…dah…dit…dah was loud and clear。
〃Strap inhere we go；〃 I said； and fed instructions to the puter。 It worked up landing orbit almost instantly and the main jets fired。 〃Give the colonel the first warning； then feed him proximity and altitude reports while I bring her in。〃
We were dropping towards the terminator； flying into the dawn。 The puter had a fix on the transmitter and was bringing us down in a slow careful arc。 When we broke through the cloud cover and the ground was visible far below I saw the first sign of any resistance。 The black clouds of explosions springing up around us。
〃They're shooting at us！〃 Otrov gasped； shocked。
〃Well it's a shooting war； isn't it？〃 I wondered what kind of a veteran he was to be put off by a little gunfire； and at the same time I hit the puter override and turned off the main jets。 We dropped into free fall and the next explosions appeared above and behind us as the gun puter was thrown off by our deceleration change。
I caught sight of the spaceport below and hit the lateral jets to move us in that direction。 But we were still falling。 Our radar altimeter readings were being fed into the puter which kept flashing red warnings about the growing proximity of the ground。 I gave it a quick program to hold landing deceleration as long as possible； to drop us at 10 G's to zero altitude。 This meant we would be falling at maximum speed and slowing down for minimum time； which would decrease the time we would be exposed to ground fire And I wanted the colonel to have the 10 G's he had once warned me about。
The jets fired at what looked like treetop height； slamming us down into our couches。 I smiled； which is hard to do with ten gravities pulling at you； thinking about the expression on the colonel's face at that moment。 Watching the screen I added some lateral drift until we were just over the hardstand which was our target area。 After this it was up to the puter which did just fine and killed the engines just as our landing struts crunched down。 As soon as all the engines cut off I hit the disembark button and the ship shivered as the ramps blew out and down。
〃That takes care of our part；〃 I said； unbuckling and stretching。
Otrov joined me at the viewport as we watched the troops rush down the ramps and run for cover。 They did not seem to be taking any casualties at all which was surprising。 There were some bomb craters visible nearby and heaps of rubble； while fighter…bombers still roared low giving cover。 But it didn't seem possible that all resistance had been knocked out this quickly。 Unless this world did not have much of a standing army。 That might be one answer to explain the Cliaandian invasion success； only pick planets that are ripe for plucking。 I made a mental note to look into this。 Well behind his troops came the colonel in his mand car。 I hoped that his guts were still pressed from the landing。
〃Now we have to find some drink；〃 Otrov said； smacking his lips with anticipation。
〃I'll go； 〃I said； taking my sidearm from the rack and buckling it on。 〃You stay with the radio and watch the ship。〃
〃That's what all the first pilots always say；〃 he plained； so I knew I had called this one right。
〃Privilege of rank。 Someday you will be exercising it too。 I shouldn't be long。〃
〃Spaceport bar； that's where it usually is；〃 he called after me。
〃Don't teach your grandpa to chew cheese；〃 I sneered； having already figured that one out。
All of the interior doors had unlocked automatically when we landed。 I climbed the ladders down to the recently vacated bat deck and kicked my way through the discarded ration containers to the nearest ramp。 The fresh sweet air of morning blew in； carrying with it the smell of dust and explosives。 We had brought the benefits of Cliaandian culture to another planet。
I could hear firing in the distance and a jet thundered by and was gone； but after this it was very quiet。 The invasion had fanned out from the spaceport leaving a pocket of silence in its wake。 Nor was anyone in sight when I walked； unexamined； through the customs area and； with reflex skill； found the bar。 The first thing I did was to drain a flask of beer； then poured a small Antarean ladevandet to hold it down。 There were ranked bottles behind the bar； new friends and old ones； and I made a good selection。 I needed something to carry them in and opened one of the sliding doors beneath； looking for a box or a bag； and found myself staring into the frightened eyes of a young man。
〃Ne mortigu min！〃 he cried。 I speak Esperanto like a native and answered in the same tongue。
〃We are here to liberate you so mean you no harm。〃 Word of this conversation might get to the authorities and I wanted to make the right impression。 〃What is your name？〃
〃Pire。〃
〃And the name of this world？〃 This seemed sort of a dim question for an arrogant invader to ask； but he was too frightened to question it。
〃Burada。〃
〃That's fine。 I'm glad you decided to be truthful。 And what can you tell me about Burada？〃
Badly phrased； admittedly； and he was too stunned to answer。 He gaped for a moment； then climbed out of the cabinet and turned to root about in it。 He came up with a booklet that he passed over in silence。 It had a 3D cover of an ocean with graceful trees on the bordering shore； that sprang to life as soon as the heat of my hand touched it； the waves crashed silently on the golden sands and the trees moved to the touch of unfelt breezes。 Letters formed of clouds moved across the sky and I read BEAUTIFUL BURADA 。 。 。 HOLIDAY WORLD OF THE WESTERN WARP 。 。 。
〃Looting and consorting with the enemy；〃 a familiar； and detested； voice said from the doorway。 I turned slowly to see my friend the colonel from our ship standing there fingering his gauss…rifle with what can only be termed a filthy grin on his face。
〃And 10 G landing too；〃 he added； undoubtedly the real cause of his unhappiness。 〃Which is not a shooting offense although the other two are。〃
Chapter 12
Pire shrieked in a muffled manner and drew back； not understanding the colonel's words but recognizing his manner and his weapon。 I smiled； as coldly as I could； as I saw that my hands were out of sight below the bar。 Turning to the youth I pointed to the far end of the room and ordered him there。 He scuttled nicely and while this bit of mis…direction was going on I slipped the tourist book into my pocket and eased my gausspistol out of its holster。 When I turned back to the colonel I saw that he had half raised his rifle。
〃You are wrong；〃 I said； 〃and insulting as well to a fellow officer who recent