CHAPTER 10A radio message flashed up to him: “Identify.” Bruce knew that proton-cannon were aimed at his hovering craft.
“Jay Bruce,” he returned boldly, knowing that this military base far from Earth would not be concerned with a fugitive back home. They were involved in strictly military affairs. Besides, the overriding excitement of a state of war would overshadow any small criminal events. Every man below was concentrating on the grim struggle among worlds.
“Returning from my civilian job on Venus to join the Outer Planet Space Navy, sir,” Bruce continued.
“Good man,” came back heartily. “Take underground airlock tunnel No. 3 to come up in the dome. Report at the recruitment office.”
The rest was routine, as Bruce found tunnel No. 3 and drove in. Automatic airlocks opened ahead of
