Scat felt very conscious of his artificial arm. There was a tremor in the stump he couldn’t control. From the door behind him he heard the code for “Catch!” He half turned and picked a blaster out of the air with his good hand.
“Not on my property,” he told the guard.
The guard hesitated. “Okay then. Make us do it the hard way,” he said. They got in the car and drove off, Piggie making inarticulate sounds of protest at having to be dragged.
Scat’s eyes followed them. “Get out the truck,” he told Len. “You’re going to Manford to buy groceries. Click-Click, can your visitors. Fast.”
“Underground?” Len asked with a look. Scat nodded.
About the time Len was ready to roll, the bug guards came jetting back, accompanied by a policeman who looked and acted exactly like them, except for the un
