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ted all right； and found out what I wanted to know； but I had not been able to get my information out。 Which made it useless。 Worse than useless。 Kraj might be able to turn my message to his own ends which I was sure were pretty nasty ones。 This dark state of mind persisted while the rest of the doom…faced gray men surrounded me and trotted me off to a waiting truck。 There was no chance at all to escape： they were very efficient with those guns。
It was a brief trip； though a remarkably unfortable one。 The vehicle was a captured Burada truck that must have been used for the transport of garbage or something worse。 I was the only one who seemed bothered by the permeating smell。 The gray men neither mented on it nor took their eyes from me once during the trip； At least the vehicle was silent and smooth； it burned gas in a fuel cell to generate electricitysupplied to a separate drive motor in each wheel。 I considered desperate plans of ripping up one of the cables where it passed by my feet； of leaping out of the rear of the truck and so forth。 None of this was much good and we reached our destination with our relative positions unchanged。 At gunpoint I was herded into a mandeered building； into an empty room where； still at gunpoint； I was ordered to strip。 With a portable fluoroscope and cold probes； most humiliating； they removed all devices and gadgetry from my person； then gave me new clothes。
These clothes were something else again。 A single…piece overall made of soft and flexible plastic they provided protection and warmth for the wearer。 Yet they were the ideal prison dress because they were pletely transparent。 This continual shielded…nakedness was certainly not morale building and I began to have even more respect for the gray men。 And everything done in silence despite my attempts at conversation。 The final sartorial touch was a metal collar that locked around my neck。 A cable ran from the collar to a box one of the gray men held。 All of this had a very ominous look to it。 My suspicions were justified when the others left with all of the weapons and he faced me； box in hand。
〃I can do this；〃 he said in a voice as gray as his garb and pressed a button on the box。
The thing I experienced next was quite unexpected and singularly painful。 In a single instant I was blinded by exploding lights of a color and fury I had never seen before。 Sound greater than sound filled my ears and every square inch of my skin burned with fire as though I had been dropped into an acid bath。 These interesting things went on for a longer time than I really appreciated and then suddenly vanished as quickly as they had begun。 Sight and hearing returned and I found myself lying on the floor with a sore spot on the back of my head where I had cracked it when I fell。 It felt rather good just to lie there。 That little box must generate neural currents on selected frequencies。 No need to torture the body when you can feed specific pain impulses into the nervous system。
〃Stand；〃 my captor said； and I did rather quickly。
〃If you wish to convey the message that you can do that whenever you want； and right now you want me to behavethe message has been received。 But speak and I shall obey。 I'll be a good boy。〃
For the time being。 Until I found a way to get out of this stainless steel rat trap。 I trotted along docilely to another room where Kraj waited for me behind a large metal desk。 The room was dusty and blank areas on the wall showed where pictures and pieces of furniture had been removed。 The only new item； other than the desk； was a shining hook recently affixed in the ceiling。 I was not at all surprised when the hook fitted into a ring on the box and I was leashed； standing before my captor。
Kraj looked me up and down； examining me closely； a very easy thing to do considering the transparent condition of my clothing。 I have never suffered from a nudity taboo so this did not bother me。 It was the cold and unemotional look in his eyes that was more off…putting。 At the present moment I was； to use the classical term； pletely at his mercy。 I had no idea of what nastiness he had in mind for me and I determined to at least attempt to ameliorate it a bit。
〃What would you like to know？〃 I asked。
〃A number of things； but that will e later。〃
〃What's wrong with now？ Considering the state of modern hypnotic techniques； drug therapy and old…fashioned torturelike your nerve machine hereit is impossible to keep facts from a determined interrogator。 Therefore ask and I shall answer。〃 What little I knew about the Special Corps he was wele to。 All of the locations of the bases were kept secret from us； undoubtedly with an interrogation like this in mind。 I was surprised when he shook his head in a slow no。
〃You will give me the information later。 First you must be convinced of the seriousness of my aims。 I intend to question you； then to enlist your services in our cause。 Voluntarily。 In order to convince you of this I must begin by saying you will not be killed。 Strong men face death bravely。 It is an easy escape from their problems。 You have no such escape。〃
I was being less and less intrigued all the time by what he had to say。 I had expected a rough questioning session； but he had bigger things in mind。 So I dropped the bantering tone and gave it to him straight。
〃Forget it。 Face the fact that I do not like you or your organization or what you stand for； and I do not intend to change my mind。 Even if I promise to aid you you can never be sure that I mean itso let us not get involved in this sort of farcical position to begin with。〃
〃Quite the contrary；〃 he said； and touched a button on his desk。 The box above hummed and reeled in the thick wire pulling me upward until I had to stand on tiptoe in order to breathe； the collar biting into my neck。 〃Before I am through with you you will be begging me for the opportunity to cooperate and will cry when I do not permit it； until you reach the happiest moment in your life when you are at last granted your single wish。 Let me demonstrate one of our simpler but most convincing techniques。〃
My feet vibrated with pain but I had to stay on my toes or I would have been strangled by the collar。 Kraj rose and walked behind me where I could not see himthen seized both my wrists and pushed them down against the edge of the metal desk。 The desk obliged him by snapping two cuffs about my wrists； clamping them there。 Not about my wrists； this isn't exactly true； but about my lower arm； leaving my wrists and hands free。 Not that I could do anything more than drum my fingertips on the tabletop。 Kraj reappeared and bent to take something from a drawer in the desk。
It was an ax。 A long handled； steel edged ax of a primitive and efficient sort that could be used to chop down trees。 He took it in both hands and raised it high over his head。
〃What are you doing？ Stop！〃 I shouted in sudden fear； writhing in the metal embrace； unable to do anything except stare while he held the ax high for a moment。 Then brought it down with a vicious； forceful chop。
I suppose I screamed when it hit； I must have； the pain was large and consuming。
As was the s