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re so busy with the invasion that they did not have time to keep that careful an eye on me。 If this latter supposition were correct； then perhaps I might be able to capitalize on it。
The food wrappings and the water bottle wadded together to make excellent padding for my hands。 Around this I wrapped a double loop of the cable； close against my neck。 Then； clutching the cable tightly； I jumped as high as I could and let my weight crash down on the cable。
And on my arms。 By the tenth time I had done this I was beginning to feel as though my arms would be torn off at the sockets before any vital part of my imprisoning mechanism gave way。 The theory was certainly sound enough； A metal box； a cable； a handle； a hook； a number of ponents the failure of any one of which might grant me freedom。 Though my ponents were failing much faster。 I panted a bit； wiped my forehead with my forearm； and jumped up for try number thirteen。
Lucky thirteen！ Something snapped with a sharp metallic crack and the box came down and bounced off my head。
I was out； how long I don't know； probably only a few moments； and came to shaking my head and trying to stand。 Move was the pressing thought； get out of here before they came for me。 But first I had to deactivate the torture box since it could be worked by remote radio control。 I turned it over and saw that the metal loop by which it was suspended had fractured。 There was a control section here with about 50 small red buttons arranged in a grid。 I shivered at the thought of pressing any of them。 Above the grid were two large buttons； one red； one black。 The red was depressed。 This seemed obvious enough。 Logically I should push the black one and turn the box off； but memories of the pain kept intruding。 Finally I stabbed down on the black button。
Nothing happened。 That I could feel。 With this security I lightly touched one of the small red buttons； then another and another。 Nothing。 The box was now so much dead metal。 I hoped。 I coiled up the extra cable until the box dangled handily。 Then tried the door。 Which proved to be unlocked。 Inefficient warders or great faith in their torture machines。 Putting my eye close to the edge of the door I opened it a crack。
And closed it even more swiftly。 ing down the corridor towards me were two of the gray men carrying a sinister looking object between them。 I had not seen enough of it to capture any details； though what I had seen had given me a definitely crawling sensation。 The next step in the diGriz pacification program？ This seemed highly probable when the door handle started to turn。
There was a surprise in store for this pair and I wanted to keep it from them as long as I could。 As the door opened I stepped behind it and waited while they struggled with the bulky torture machine。 Only when I heard one of them gasp in alarm did I put my shoulder to the door and ram it into them with all my weight and strength。 As soon as they crunched and howled I jumped around the door； the metal control box swinging at the end of its cable。
One of them was bent over； more interested in the weight of the machine on his foot than in anything else and I let my weapon bounce off the top of his skull。 While it rebounded the second man tried for his gun and actually had it halfway out of its holster before my knee caught him low in the stomach and he folded on top of his associate。 I plucked the gun from his limp fingers as he went down and now I was armed。
During most of my stay in the building I had been conscious and I thought I knew my way out。 Back through the main entrance which was sure to be guarded。 It was one flight down and in the opposite direction from Kraj ' s chambers。 The gausspistol had a full charge of power and a filled magazine as well。 There was no time to check what kind of ammunition it was loaded with； but it was surely something lethal which was fine by me。 I was in a lethal mood。 I wrapped the cable up close to the box so it wouldn't swing and get in my way； took a deep breathand dived out the door。
The hallway was empty； a good beginning。 I trotted to the stairs without seeing anyone； then went down them two at a time。 The next floor would be the ground floor since they had only taken me up one story。 This memory was opposed by the reality that there was a large stairwell beside me that did not end at the next floor。 When this fact finally registered on my tardy synapses I skidded to a stop and looked carefully over the edge of the railing。
There were at least eight more stories below this one。
They had been running through my cerebral cortex with their little leaden boots。 This certainly proved my theoretical stance that a good deal of what had happened to me was illusion or false memory。 What had been real？ Was this 'escape' real at the present moment？ This was a chilling thought； everything that was happening could be a generated series of unreal events to prove to me that I could not escape。 I could keep going down these stairs forever or wake up at any moment back in my room still attached to my pendent box。 Well； if this were true； there was absolutely nothing I could do about it。 I had to treat this illusion like reality until it proved otherwise。 Unless this was an endless dream building these stairs had to end somewhere； and I was going to find out。
Four floors down； just when I was beginning to get dizzy from the constant circling； I met another man ing up。 A gray man with a rifle and a very surprised look。 Since I had been expecting this encounter and he hadn't I got in the first shot。
Quite a shot。 The gausspistol was loaded with explosive slugs。 They blasted a gaping hole in the staircase and buried the gray man against the wall where he slumped； crumpled and unconscious。 The echoes were still booming and the dust unsettled when I leaped the gaping hole and buried myself down the stairs at a suicidal pace。 It would be more certain suicide to wait around。
The stairs ended； I was at the bottom； and I slammed into the wall I was going so fast。 There was much shouting from above me and the hammer of running feet。 My gun at the ready I pushed open the door and walked into blackness。
It was a bit of a shock and I almost fired off a couple of rounds on general principle but； as my eyes adjusted； I saw a dim light in the distance。 There were rough walls and dust and other indications that I had bypassed the ground floor and ended up in a cellar。 Which was all right too since there was undoubtedly a warm reception waiting for me a flight above。 If I could get out of the basement I was still one jump ahead of the petition。 Gun ready； metal box swinging； shins bruised by unseen obstacles； I stumbled towards the far off light。 I was not enthused when I reached it after running the invisible obstacle course。 It was a window。
But a small window； high on the wall； coated with insect corpses and dirt。 And heavily barred。
Behind me in the darkness there were shouts； running feet； crashing noises and healthy curses。 What to do？
Obvious。 Get out。 I stepped back； raised the gun； shielded my face； and blew the window out。 And part of the wall around it and some of the stre