Savage lowered his gun. Under the rules he had to remain in position until notified of the results. Others ran to Satish. Loong bent over him briefly and then shouted, "He's dead."
Savage walked toward the huddled group and as he approached, Droga protested.
"That was not a head shot," he said heatedly. "Look, it grazed the chin and entered the neck."
"I beg to differ," Loong countered.
"I insist," argued Droga. "I demand satisfaction."
"I concur with Captain Droga," broke in Satish's second companion. "I will act for him."
"But ..." Loong protested and Savage interrupted:
"If he insists, he insists. It is his right."
They were quickly placed in position and again Loong counted. At "Three" Savage again swung up the needle gun and pressed the stud. Droga's head snapped back as his shot entered the ground almost at Savage's feet.
Savage remained in position until Loong summoned him.
"There's no doubt about it this time," Loong said triumphantly. "Right between the eyes."
"Honor is satisfied," said Satish's second companion and he turned away. He walked a step and spun around, a blaster in his hand. A blaster cut him in half. Loong's chauffeur had kept his eyes open.
Then there came a blaze of heat, this time from Satish's car, and flame burned the grass beside them. Loong's chauffeur turned his attention to the car. A stink filled the air. Loong worked his heat gun and they made their way back to their car behind a wall of fire. They roared away and there was no fire from the other car.
"I didn't think a heat gun was any good for spot shooting," the chauffeur apologized, "so I used a blaster."
"Good thing," said Loong, "or we'd all been fried."
He opened the well stocked compartment and brought out a blaster. "Take this," he said to Savage. "I'll drop you at your hotel and then try to see the High Commissioner. You had better stay in your rooms until you hear from me."
Savage was breakfasting in his room the next morning when the communicator buzzed.
"Loong here," it announced, when Savage answered. "Things have come to a head. I couldn't get to see the High Commissioner, but he has already had an interview with the Emperor. I can only guess what it was about, but I'm told that it was pretty stormy.
"But that's the least of it. The Commissioner has just issued secret orders for your arrest. Go to the roof of the hotel. One of my hilocars is already on its way to pick you up."
"Thanks. I'm on my way," Savage replied, and disconnected. He buckled on the blaster and with a needle gun in his hand he went to the door. The hall outside was empty and he ran swiftly to the service stairs.
On the floor above he ran to the levitor bank and pressed the "up" stud. He watched the indicator impatiently as the levitor shot upward and stopped on the floor below. Then it resumed its upward climb and Savage held the needle gun ready as the doors slid apart to reveal a CID man with a blaster in his hand.
Savage fired and leaped into the car as the blaster clattered to the floor. The CID man was still crumpling as Savage pressed the stud for the top floor.
When the levitor doors again slid apart Savage jammed them with a blaster and raced up the stairs to the roof, praying that the hilocar would be waiting. It was there and it took off with savage acceleration as soon as he was aboard. Blaster and heat gun fire burned the air as they rose and then it faded out of range.
"Whew," Savage breathed, "that was close."
"We're not out of it yet," the pilot replied. "There's a CID hilocar on our tail."
A glance behind confirmed the pilot's statement and Savage said:
"My hand blaster won't do any good against the stuff they carry. Can you get away from them?"
"I'm using full power, but they're gaining. There's a high powered heater mounted behind you. I'll bring it up."
A section of the fuselage slid open and a long, turret-mounted heat gun rose into view. At the same time the seat back slid down to permit entry into the turret. Savage climbed in and settled himself over the sights.
"All right," he said, "cut your speed."
At full aperture this weapon didn't require supreme accuracy. Savage pressed the firing stud and the other hilocar was engulfed in flame and then it exploded. Savage's pilot dived to ground level and after half an hour of maneuvering between, over and sometimes almost through hills and trees they were deep in the mountains south of the city.
They landed in a mountain clearing. Then the trees in front of them slid apart and they rolled down into a ferro-concrete cavern; the Terran stronghold repeated.
Larhana greeted him as he alighted.
"What are you doing here?" he asked involuntarily.
"I am wanted too," she said. "Hurry, Commodore Loong is waiting for us."
The cavern hummed with swift, orderly activity. Larhana led him quickly through it, but Savage had time to note the fighting ships being readied and the blasters and heat guns being uncrated and loaded. Finally they entered a small room where Loong, alone, awaited them.
"Quite a place you have here," Savage said.
"We've been preparing for a long time," replied Loong, "and now we are going to make use of it."
"How, Prince Kalnor?" asked Savage quietly. His hand was on the needle gun in his pocket.
"The High Commissioner has.... What did you say?"
"Prince Kalnor, your Majesty."
"How did you know that?" Loong asked. He clutched at his blaster. But Savage brought out the needle gun and he stopped the movement.
"It was evident from the beginning that you were not working with either the High Commissioner or the Emperor, but at the same time it was evident that you were highly placed in a third organization. Then you yourself mentioned the Kalnor family and I went to the State Library.
"With two powerful factions competing for the Empire, it struck me that only the Kalnor name would attract enough adherents to form a third party. It wasn't until a few moments ago that I realized that you were the Kalnor in question; that you would be the leader and not a follower.
"Now that we each know who the other is, I'd like to know exactly what you intend to do about Terra after we've put you on the throne of Trygon."
"I meant what I said the other day," the Prince exclaimed. "Terra will be free. And in time the friendly relationship of which I spoke can be established."
Savage realized that he could use the Prince to bargain with the Emperor, but once he had Kalnor would the Emperor stick to the terms of whatever bargain he had made? No, it was ridiculous to think that he would. He would have to trust the Prince. "That's all right with me," Savage said, and put away his gun. "I'd like to know what's happened, though."
"An attempt was made on the Emperor's life, and at the same time, the High Commissioner proclaimed himself Emperor. Something went wrong, however, and the Emperor did not die. As a result we have what amounts to war between the two factions, confined to the military and the city of Czur. The average Trygonian citizen won't become involved."
"How about your men?" Savage asked.
"They are adapting to conditions and at the same time spreading a rumor that a Kalnor will come. When I give the signal they will drop all pretense and fight for the name of Kalnor. Now we must hurry to get control of theAgreet. A ship is being readied to take us there."
"All right. Let's go," said Savage, the light of battle in his eyes.
"I'm coming too," announced Larhana and they looked at her in surprise.
"It'll be no place for a woman," Savage said. "There'll probably be a battle."
Larhana's green eyes darkened and Loong said, "There's no use arguing with her. If she's made up her mind to come nothing short of a blaster will stop her."
"You're right," Larhana said and they went out together.
Loong's ship proved to be one of the latest medium fighters, crammed with firepower and short on passenger space. They found cramped space against the control room bulkhead and blasted off.
Minutes later they were approaching the great Fleet Spaceport, on which rested the tremendousAgreet. A minor battle was in progress below them for control of the port, but it was impossible to tell one faction from the other. Loong's radio operator worked his instrument with swift efficiency and the gunners peered into their scanner plates and fingered their controls.
After a suspense-filled eternity the radioman said "Okay" and their ship dived toward theAgreet. A port opened in the huge hull and they floated in.
They alighted quickly and a pneumatic car carried them swiftly forward to the bridge.
There they were met by an officer whom Loong introduced as Captain Slan.
"Everything is ready, your Highness," Slan said, careful not to notice the presence of Larhana. "The officers faithful to either the High Commissioner or the Pretender have been confined. The bare minimum for the operation of the ship remain."
"Very good," said Loong with formal dignity. "Commodore Choon, will you kindly take command?"
"Yes, sir. Captain Slan, you will take off immediately and establish an orbit at three diameters. All screens are to be thrown out as soon as we are clear and any ship that attempts to interfere is to be destroyed."
"Yes, sir," said Slan and he went to the main controls. The ship vibrated strongly for a moment and then they felt it rise gathering momentum as it went.
"We made it," said Larhana, taking Savage's arm.
"Yes," said Savage stiffly, "but we still have a lot to do."
He was very certain now that she had attracted all Trygonian officialdom to the Club Galaxy so that information could be gathered from liquor-loosened lips for Loong, but he didn't know how much further their relationship extended.
The return of Slan recalled Savage to the problem at hand.
"Good news, your Highness," he announced. "Our men have captured the Pretender and are proceeding according to plan."
"And the Commissioner," Loong asked. "Where is he?"
"He is directing the operations of his forces from his offices in the Supreme Headquarters Building, your Highness. What are your orders?"
"He must be destroyed at any cost," Loong said grimly. "An assault would be indicated."
"Screens have been set up to guard the building," Slan said. "The most powerful blaster will not penetrate them."
"We must use theAgreet'sAtomics then...."
"You'd destroy half the city," Savage interrupted. "There's been too much bloodshed already."
"What do you suggest, then?" asked Loong.
"Have you any men in the building?" Savage asked.
"We have not been able to contact any," Slan said.
"Well, perhaps this will work. We will make a concentrated attack, using theAgreet'sarmed scouts and your fighter. During the attack I can take one of the scouts under the screen, land near the building, and force my way in."
"That might succeed," agreed Loong. "But once inside you'd never find the Commissioner. You don't know the building. I'll go with you."
"I couldn't permit that, your Highness," Slan objected. "Your life is too valuable to risk."
"What ..." Loong flashed, but Savage interrupted.
"He's right," he said. "You'll have to remain on board theAgreet."
"I will go in your stead, your Highness," Slan said firmly.
"Very well," said Loong unhappily.
"I will make the arrangements," said Slan. "We will use number seven scout."
He excused himself and left the group, while Loong turned to Savage.
"I am beginning to understand why we have not been able to completely subdue your people. Tell me, what is your Terran name?"
Savage told him.
"I have studied one of the Terran languages a bit—English, I believe it is called—and it seems that your name is also a word. What does it mean?"
"Untamed," Savage said.
"Aha!" said Loong.
At this point Slan returned.
"We will be in position to launch the attack shortly," he said. "We had best make ready. I beg your pardon, but the lady seems to have disappeared."
"So she has," said Loong after glancing around. "Well, we can't look for her now."
They took another car to their scout ship and exchanged their uniforms for more efficient fighting suits; black coveralls, crash helmets, respirator masks and battle packs.
They were each provided with a heat gun and a blaster, but Savage strapped the little needle gun to his wrist over the coverall sleeve.
"For sniping," he explained.
Loong held out his hand.
"Good luck," he said, and Savage remembered the General.
V
The attacking fleet, the medium fighter and twelve scouts, roared in over the city and blaster fire came up to meet them. They passed through the wall of flame with the loss of only one scout and then they opened up with their own weapons. The only effect of their combined fire was to make the invisible force screen protecting their target flash and flare.
They made a second pass. Two more scouts went down and Savage decided that they too crashed. He manipulated the controls and the scout lurched sickeningly and went into a steep dive.
At the last possible moment Savage pulled out and, barely off the streets, roared between the buildings toward Supreme Headquarters. He slowed as they approached the building and rested one hand lightly on the bank of blaster studs.
"Brace yourself, we're going in," he said and slammed down on the studs. A chunk of wall in front of them disintegrated and he decelerated savagely. They went through the gap at dead low speed, but still they crashed through two inner walls before they finally stopped. They were bruised and shaken, but otherwise unhurt.
"Here's where we get out," Savage announced and Larhana's voice came from behind them.
"Wait for me," she cried and they whirled around.
From somewhere she had gotten a suit of coveralls that were almost the right size, as well as a helmet and mask. Two blasters were belted to her slim waist and the whole effect was one of efficient deadliness, spoiled only by the loveliness that insisted on making itself known through the coveralls.
"What are you doing here?" Savage finally got out.
"I wanted to help you," she said simply.
"What are we to do?" asked Slan. "We surely can't leave her here."
"She'll have to come with us. Let's go," Savage said, there was no time for argument or recrimination.
He kicked open the hatch and jumped down to the rubble covered floor. Flames were already crackling behind the ship as he helped Larhana alight, and when Slan had joined them he blasted their way through the wall into a corridor.
With Slan in the lead they ran to the levitor bank. They had just reached it when a pair of doors slid open and black-uniformed men poured out, only to be cut down bloodily by Savage's blaster. The carnage lasted only a few moments and then they were in the levitor.
"Czako's offices are on the forty-fifth floor," Slan explained as he pressed the stud. "They will be thick with his men, of course."
Savage nodded grimly, his weapons ready, and watched the moving indicator. Then, as the forty-third floor clicked by and they were bracing themselves for the rush, a muffled blast rocked the building. The lights went out and they were hurled to the floor as the car stopped abruptly. Then they began to fall.
For an agonizing moment they felt helpless, doomed. Then the safety brakes went on and the car ground to a halt.
"What happened?" Larhana gasped.
"The fire must have gotten to the scout's fuel or blaster magazine and it blew up," Savage said. "But we've got to get out of here."
Slan produced a hand torch while Savage tried to open the doors.
"They're jammed," he said after a moment's effort. "Stand back. I'll use a blaster."
The car filled with heat and smoke and the stink of burning metal came through their masks. Finally he had a man-sized opening and he stuck his head out cautiously. A blaster bolt from down the hall gashed the door above his head and he recoiled.
"Burn a hole through the back while I keep them busy," he ordered and he felt reflected heat from behind him as he filled the hall outside with flame.
A few minutes later he heard Slan whisper from close behind him, "Everything is clear on the other side and Larhana is on guard. As soon as I finish this we can get out of here."
Alternating his attention between the hall and Slan, Savage watched him set a block charge booby-trap with practiced efficiency. Then he was finished and they stepped over the trip-wire and out of the levitor.
They ran across the room and as they went through the door a blaster roared behind them. Slan screamed and fell, only his momentum carrying him around the angle of the door jamb. Savage whirled to return the fire and then the block charge erupted and was thrown against a desk.
Protected by the wall Larhana was already at Slan's side as Savage picked himself up. Vainly she was trying to staunch the flow of blood from the clean-cut stumps that were all that remained of Slan's legs.
Savage quickly took two pieces of Plastograft from his kit and with them sealed the stumps as Slan ground out between clenched teeth, "You've got to get Czako." He struggled to get up, but fell back into Larhana's arms, sweat glistening on his face.
"We'll take care of you first," Savage said.
"Get Czako," Slan gasped. "Take the stairs.... Room five leads to office.... Armored door, use block charge.... Three blocks.... Hurry, hurry...."
His voice trailed off to nothingness and he died.
Larhana's green eyes were blazing as they cautiously traversed the offices.
At the forty-fifth floor Savage tried the door. It opened and then the frame splintered under the impact of a heavy needle gun. They dropped to the floor, leaving the door ajar. He held his heat gun and blaster together and quickly shoved them through the opening toward the unseen gun and pressed the studs. They roared and a scream answered.
Still on the floor, he twisted his weapons around and bathed the hall with flame in the other direction. Then he scrambled to his feet and with her dancer's agility Larhana followed him. Behind the flame of his weapons they ran down the scarred hall and found office five.
Savage took no chances; he used the blaster on the door and his heat gun was on as they went in. The room's furnishings were reduced to charred ruins, as were the three guards, but after the draperies and papers were consumed there was nothing left to burn.
"Keep your eyes on the door while I get the charges ready," Savage ordered.
He went to the armored door set into the opposite wall and carefully taped on the block charges. Then he set and connected the igniter.
Returning to Larhana, he said, "We don't have much time now. Cover me while I toss a couple of charges down the hall. As soon as they go off, run across to that other office and get under cover."
Quickly he prepared two more charges, setting the igniters for contact. He threw one and it had not yet exploded when he threw the second. The roaring double blast shook the floor and ferro-concrete dust filled the hall. Behind a sheet of flame they raced across the hall. Then, sheltered behind the wall, they waited for the next blast.
Savage was ready to believe that something had gone wrong with the igniter when the roaring thunder came. The rolling concussion lifted them and then slammed them with cruel violence to the floor. They lay dazed for a long moment before they were able to get up and return to office five. This time there was no interference.
The charge had blown in the heavy door and crushed under it was a twisted needle gun and its crew. Of the five other men in the room, only one seemed capable of movement. He made a feeble effort to raise his blaster and Savage cut him down.
They found High Commissioner Czako dazed and bleeding behind his huge desk. Savage hauled him roughly to his feet and jabbed the blaster into his middle.
"You're finished, Czako," he said. "Get on the radio and tell your men to lay down their arms."
Czako nodded in bitter defeat.
It was three Trygonian months later when His Highness, Emperor Kalnor met Savage and Larhana at the great space-port. Above them loomed theAgreet, ready to depart on its voyage through hyper-space to Terra.
"We'll be back someday," Larhana promised.
"Yes," agreed Savage. "I'm as much Trygonian now as Terran, but we want to see Terra on the road to complete reconstruction first. A lot of prejudices will have to be overcome, but in time it will be done."