CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LORS FINISHED DRESSING himself, buckling the black belt about his waist; then he looked down at the still form of Zark’s daughter, Jela, golden in the light of the overhead bulb. She slept like a baby. He blew a kiss to her and let his breath out in a rush.
“If everything goes right,” he whispered, “I’ll be back before you know I’m gone. If not...” He let it hang there and checked the loads in the auto-pistol.
Then he went out into the bright light of the corridor.
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THE GUARD MERELY ACCEPTED his auto-pistol when he stopped at the door to Danson’s prison. Lors gave it to him and the spacer opened the door. Nick Danson rubbed the beard on his face and grinned at him.
“Forget something, Firstspacer?” He asked.
When the door closed, Lors said: “Shut up.”
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