Alfo Zartus, Planning Eng., b. 6/22, 2062, Lowman, Idaho …
Col. Hildrun, Lunar Security Chief in Section F-81, laid the personnel dossier
to one side. He raised his sombre gaze to the sergeant standing in front of his
desk, surveying him deliberately from head to toe. A deeper frown appeared
between his brows when he noted the guard’s shock-gun in its open holster. He
pointed to the weapon, his voice ringing sharply.
“And what do you call that! Did you assume we gave you that thing to use on
mice or something? Why didn’t you stun Zartus with it? He was close enough to
you—or wasn’t he?”
The young sergeant turned pale. He stood stiffly before his superior while the
other officers of the Sector Guard looked on without a word. He knew what had
happened was not at all as simple a situation as Hildrun seemed to think it was.
“Oh yes, sir, that part’s true,” the Security man stammered. “I had my invisibility
deflector turned on so that Zartus couldn’t see me. I didn’t want to knock him out
Regulations prohibit the use of shock-weapons if it is not absolutely necessary.
And to me it did not seem to he needed. The spy was small and only had a slight
build. I could have overpowered him easily. Why should I injure him with a stun
shot?”
Col. Hildrun got up so quickly that his desk chair glided resoundingly against
the wall behind him. With hands clasped behind him, he strode across the room
toward the beverage dispenser. “Oh, so you didn’t wish to injure him! Instead,
you let him go to a certain death, didn’t you?”
“Sir, I had no idea he’d jump onto the belt, of all places! It happened too fast.
Once he was on the conveyor I couldn’t shoot!”
“Why not?”
“Because the supply belt moves faster than I can run, sir. If I had stunned him
he wouldn’t have been able to jump to save himself. That was his last chance. I
shouted at him and told him that the spray chamber was beyond the wall. He
didn’t listen to me. What else could I have done, sir?”
Col. Hildrun turned from the drink machine holding a steaming hot cup of
coffee. “Can you prove that yon shouted this warning to him?”
The sergeant looked around helplessly at his colleagues. A lieutenant from the
observation group came to his rescue.
“We have the audio tapes, sir. When Sgt Rodzyn sent the alarm signal over his
helmet transmitter we locked in the remote pickup. He actually did yell like he
said—in fact quite loudly.”
Hildrun stomped back to his desk. He set down his coffee cup so abruptly that it
slopped over. “Lucky for you, Rodzyn! You just lucked in! What gave you the
idea, anyway, to follow the spy alone into the tunnel?”
“I’ve had my suspicions of Zartus for some time, sir, but I needed proof. That’s
why I followed him under the deflector screen. He took some pictures with the
camera in his watch, not realizing that I was standing close to him. Finally he took