Part 4 (2/2)

I think he's dead. I couldn't find a heartbeat. I want you to take a look at him so that you can testify that we didn't shoot him or anything.”

Obediently, the two guards headed for the cell, and MacMaine fell in behind them. ”You couldn't of shot him, sir,” said the second guard confidently. ”We would of heard the shot.”

”Besides,” said the other, ”it don't matter much. He was going to be ga.s.sed day after tomorrow.”

As the trio approached the cell, Tallis pulled the door open a little wider and, in doing so, contrived to put himself behind it so that his face couldn't be seen. The young guards weren't too awed by a full general; after all, they'd be generals themselves someday. They were much more interested in seeing the dead alien.

As the guards reached the cell door, MacMaine unholstered his pistol from his sleeve and brought it down hard on the head of the nearest youth. At the same time, Tallis stepped from behind the door and clouted the other.

Quickly, MacMaine disarmed the fallen men and dragged them into the open cell. He came out again and locked the door securely. Their guns were tossed into an empty cell nearby.

”They won't be missed until the next change of watch, in four hours,”

MacMaine said. ”By then, it won't matter, one way or another.”

Getting out of the huge building that housed the administrative offices of the s.p.a.ce Force was relatively easy. A lift chute brought the pair to the main floor, and, this late in the evening, there weren't many people on that floor. The officers and men who had night duty were working on the upper floors. Several times, Tallis had to take a handkerchief from his pocket and pretend to blow his nose in order to conceal his alien features from someone who came too close, but no one appeared to notice anything out of the ordinary.

As they walked out boldly through the main door, fifteen minutes later, the guards merely came to attention and relaxed as a tall colonel and a somewhat shorter general strode out. The general appeared to be having a fit of sneezing, and the colonel was heard to say: ”That's quite a cold you've picked up, sir. Better get over to the dispensary and take an anti-coryza shot.”

”Mmmf,” said the general. ”_Ha-CHOO!_”

Getting to the s.p.a.ceport was no problem at all. MacMaine had an official car waiting, and the two sergeants in the front seat didn't pay any attention to the general getting in the back seat because Colonel MacMaine was talking to them. ”We're ready to roll, sergeant,”

he said to the driver. ”General Quinby wants to go straight to the _Manila_, so let's get there as fast as possible. Take-off is scheduled in ten minutes.” Then he got into the back seat himself. The one-way gla.s.s part.i.tion that separated the back seat from the front prevented either of the two men from looking back at their pa.s.sengers.

Seven minutes later, the staff car was rolling unquestioned through the main gate of Waikiki s.p.a.ceport.

It was all so incredibly easy, MacMaine thought. n.o.body questioned an official car. n.o.body checked anything too closely. n.o.body wanted to risk his lifelong security by doing or saying something that might be considered antisocial by a busy general. Besides, it never entered anyone's mind that there could be anything wrong. If there was a war on, apparently no one had been told about it yet.

MacMaine thought, _Was I ever that stubbornly blind? Not quite, I guess, or I'd never have seen what is happening_. But he knew he hadn't been too much more perceptive than those around him. Even to an intelligent man, the mask of stupidity can become a barrier to the outside world as well as a concealment from it.

The Interstellar s.h.i.+p _Manila_ was a small, fast, ten-man blaster-boat, designed to get in to the thick of a battle quickly, strike hard, and get away. Unlike the bigger, more powerful battle cruisers, she could be landed directly on any planet with less than a two-gee pull at the surface. The really big babies had to be parked in an orbit and loaded by shuttle; they'd break up of their own weight if they tried to set down on anything bigger than a good-sized planetoid. As long as their antiacceleration fields were on, they could take unimaginable thrusts along their axes, but the A-A fields were the cause of those thrusts as well as the protection against them. The s.h.i.+ps couldn't stand still while they were operating, so they were no protection at all against a planet's gravity. But a blaster-boat was small enough and compact enough to take the strain.

It had taken careful preparation to get the _Manila_ ready to go just exactly when MacMaine needed it. Papers had to be forged and put into the chain of command communication at precisely the right times; others had had to be taken out and replaced with harmless near-duplicates so that the Commanding Staff wouldn't discover the deception. He had had to build up the fictional ident.i.ty of a ”General Lucius Quinby” in such a way that it would take a thorough check to discover that the officer who had been put in command of the _Manila_ was nonexistent.

It was two minutes until take-off time when the staff car pulled up at the foot of the ramp that led up to the main air lock of the ISS _Manila_. A young-looking captain was standing nervously at the foot of it, obviously afraid that his new commander might be late for the take-off and wondering what sort of decision he would have to make if the general wasn't there at take-off time. MacMaine could imagine his feelings.

”General Quinby” developed another sneezing fit as he stepped out of the car. This was the touchiest part of MacMaine's plan, the weakest link in the whole chain of action. For a s.p.a.ce of perhaps a minute, the disguised Kerothi general would have to stand so close to the young captain that the crudity of his makeup job would be detectable. He had to keep that handkerchief over his face, and yet do it in such a way that it would seem natural.

As Tallis climbed out of the car, chuffing windily into the kerchief, MacMaine snapped an order to the sergeant behind the wheel. ”That's all. We're taking off almost immediately, so get that car out of here.”

Then he walked rapidly over to the captain, who had snapped to attention. There was a definite look of relief on his face, now that he knew his commander was on time.

”All ready for take-off, captain? Everything checked out? Ammunition?

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