the.stainless.steel.rats.revenge-第3部分
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el cycles waving to all the tanks and trucks that roared by the other way。 Before there were too many screams and shouts of discovery I braked in the center of the road and signaled an armored car to a stop。 Angelina swung her cycle behind them so that they would not find the sight of a pregnant police officer too distracting。
〃Got them cornered！〃 I shouted。 〃But they have a radio so keep this off the net。 Follow me。〃
〃Lead on！〃 the driver shouted； his mate nodding agreement while thoughts of rewards； fame； medals danced dazzlingly before their eyes。 I led them to a deserted track into the woods that ended at a small lake plete with ramshackle boathouse and dock。
I braked； waved them to a stop； touched my finger to my lips and tiptoed back to their car。 The driver lowered the side window and looked out expectantly。
〃Breathe this；〃 I said and flipped a gas grenade through the opening。
There was a cloud of smoke followed by gasps followed by two more silent uniformed figures snoring in the grass。
〃Going to take a quick peek at their underwear？〃 Angelina asked。
〃No。 I want to maintain some illusions； even if they are false。〃
The cycles rolled merrily down the dock and off into the water where they steamed and short…circuited and made a lot of bubbles。 As soon as the armored car had aired out we boarded and drove away。 Angelina found the driver's untouched lunch and cheerfully consumed it。 I avoided most of the main roads and headed back to the city where the mand post was located at the central police station。 I wanted to go where the big action was。
We parked in the underground garage； deserted now； and took the elevator to the tower。 The building was almost empty； except for the mand center； and I found an unoccupied office nearby and left Angelina there。 Innocently amusing herself with the sealedbut easily openedconfidential files； I lowered my goggles into place and staged a dusty； exhausted entrance to control。 I was ignored。 The man I wanted to see was pacing the floor sucking on a long dead pipe。 I rushed up and saluted。
〃Sir； are you Mr。 Inskipp？〃
〃Yar；〃 he muttered； his attention still on the great wall chart that theoretically showed the condition of the chase。
〃Someone to see you； sir。〃
〃What？ What？〃 be said； still distracted。 Harold Peters Inskipp； director and mastermind of the Special Corps； not quite with it this day。 He followed me out easily enough and I closed the door and slipped off the heavy goggles。
〃We're ready to e home now；〃 I told him。 〃If you can find a quiet way of getting us off this planet without the locals getting their greedy hands on us。〃
His jaw clenched with anger and fractured the mouthpiece of the pipe into innumerable fragments。 I led him； spitting out pieces of plastic； to the room where Angelina was waiting。
Chapter 3
〃ARRGH！〃 Inskipp snarled； and shook the sheaf of papers in his hand so that they rattled like dry skeletal bones。
〃Very expressive；〃 I said； sliding a cigar from my pocket humidor and holding it to my ear。 〃But with a very minimal content of information。 Could you be more explicit？〃 I pinched the cigar's small end and there was not the slightest crackle。 Perfection。
〃Do you know how many millions your crime wave has cost？ The economy of Kamata 。 。 。〃
〃Will not suffer an iota。 The government will reimburse the institutions that suffered the losses and will then in turn deduct the same amount from its annual payment to the Special Corps。 Which has more money than it can possibly use in any case。 And look at the benefits bestowed in return。 Plenty of excitement for the populace； increased sales of newspapers； exercise for the sedentary law enforcement officersand that is an interesting story in itselfas well as field maneuvers that were a pleasure for everyone involved。 Far from being annoyed they should pay us a fee for making all these exciting things possible。 〃 I lit the cigar and blew out a great cloud of fragrant smoke。
〃Don't play wise with me； you aging con man。 If I turned you and your bride over to the Kamata authorities you would still be in jail 600 years from now。〃
〃Little chance of that； Inskipp； aging con man yourself。 You are short of good field agents as it is。 You need us more than we need you。 So consider this chewing out at an end and get on with the business。 I have been chastised。 〃 I tore a button off the front of my jacket and threw it across the desk to him。 〃Here； rip off my medals and reduce me to the ranks。 I am guilty。 Next case。〃
With a final simulated growl of anger he filed the papers in the wastebasket and took out a large red folder that buzzed threateningly when he touched it。 His thumbprint defused the security device and the folder dropped open。
〃I have a top secret gravely important assignment here。〃
〃What other kind do I ever get？〃
〃It is hideously dangerous as well。〃
〃You are secretly envious of my good looks and have a death wish for me。 e on； Inskipp。 Stop sparring and let me know what the deal is。 Angelina and I can handle it better than the rest of your senile and feeble agents。〃
〃This job of work is for you alone。 Angelina is； well 。 。 。〃 His face reddened and he examined the file closely。
〃Whoopee！' I shouted。 〃Inskipp the killer； daredevil； master of men； secret power in the galaxy today。 And he can't say the word pregnant！ How about baby？ Wait； sex； that is a goodie。 You blush to think about it。 Go ahead； say sex three times fast； it will do you good〃
〃Shut up； diGriz；〃 he growled。 〃At least you finally married her which shows you have a single drop of honesty in your otherwise rotten carcass。 She stays behind。 You go out on this one…man job。 Probably leaving her a widow。〃
〃She lodes awful in black so you can't get rid of me that easily。 Ten。〃
〃Look at this；〃 he said； taking a roll of film from the folder and slipping it into a slot in his desk。 A screen dropped down from the ceiling and the room darkened。 The film began。
The camera had been handheld； the color was off at times； and it was most unprofessional。 But it was the best home movie I had ever seen because the material was so good。 Authentic； no doubt about it。
Someone was waging war。 It was a sunny day with white puffs of clouds against a blue sky。 And black puffs of antiaircraft fire in among them。 But the fire was not heavy and there was not enough of it to stop the troop carriers that came in low and fast for landing。 This was at an average sized spaceport； with the buildings in the far background and some cargo ships nearby。 Other craft roared in low and bomb explosions readied skyward from what must have been the defense positions。 The impossibility of what was happening finally came home to me。
〃Those are spaceships！〃 I gurgled。 〃And space transports。 Is some numbskull government so stupid as to think that it can succeed in an interplanetary war？ What happened after they lostand how does it affect me？〃
The film ended and the lights came up again。 Inskipp steepled his fingers on the desk and leered over them。
〃For your information； Mr。 Know…it…all； this invasion succeededand so did the other ones before it。 This film was taken by a smuggler； one of our regular informants； whose ship was just fast enough to get away during the battle。〃
This was a stopper。 I dragged deeply on the cigar and considered what little I knew about interplanetary warfare。 There was little enough to know。 Because it just doesn't work。 Maybe a few times in the galaxy when local conditions are right； say a solar system with two inhabited planets。 If one planet is backward and the other advanced industrially the primitive one might be invaded successfully。 But not if they put up any kind of a real defense。 The distance…time relationships just don't make this kind of warfare practical。 When every soldier and weapon and ration has to be lifted from the gravity well of a planet and carried across space the energy expenditure is considerable； the transport demands incredible and the cost unbelievable。 If； in addition； the invader has to land m the face of determined apposition the invasion is impossible。 And this is inside a solar system where the planets are practically touching on a galactic scale。 The thought of warfare between planets at different star systems is even more impossible。
But； once again； it has been proven that nothing is basically impossible if people want to tackle it hard enough。 And things like violence； warfare and bloodshed are still hideously attractive to the lurking violence potential of mankind； despite the centuries of peace and stagnation。 I had a sudden and depressing thought。
〃Are you telling me that a successful interplanetary invasion has been acplished？〃 I asked。
〃More than one。〃 That evil smirk was decorating his face as he spoke。
〃And you and the League would like to see this practice stopped？〃
〃Right on the head； Jim my boy。〃
〃And I am the sucker who has been picked for the assignment？〃
He reached out； took my cigar from my numb fingers and dropped it into the ashtray…then solemnly shock my hand。 〃It's your job。 Go out there and win。〃
I slipped my hand from his treacherous embrace； wiped my fingers on my pants leg and grabbed back my cigar。
〃I'm sure that you will see that I have the best funeral the Corps can afford。 Now； would you care to squeeze out a few details or would you prefer to blindfold me and shoot me out in a one…way cargo rocket？〃
〃Temper； my boy； temper。 The situation seems to be quite clear。 There has been little word about this in the news media because of a certain political confusion surrounding the invasions； plus a rigid censorship by the planets under consideration。 As we have reconstructed itand good men have died getting this informationthe responsible world is named Cliaand； the third planet in the Epsilon Indi system。 There are two score planets orbiting this sun； but only three are inhabitable。 And inhabited。 Cliaand took over both the sister worlds some years ago； but we considered this no cause for alarm。 What is alarming is the fact that they have expanded their scope。 Interstellar conquest； heretofore cons
