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no cigars in the ship。 Then the service unit groaned and produced a box from some dark corner of the deep freeze。 Not the remended way to store cigars； but much better than having none at all。 Nielsen always favored a rare brand of potent akvavit and I had no objections to drinking it。 Feet up； throat lubricated and cigar smoking； I put the thinkbox to work on the project。
To begin with； I had to put myself in Angelina's place at the time of her escape。 I would like to have gone back physically to the scene； but I'm not that thick。 There was guaranteed to be a trigger…happy navy ship or two sitting there。 However this is the kind of problem they build puters to solve； so I fed in the coordinates of the space action where it all had happened。 There was no need for notes on this…those figures were scratched inside my forehead in letters of fire。 The puter had a large memory store and a high speed scan。 It hummed happily when I asked for the stars nearest to the given position。 In under thirteen seconds it flipped through its catalogs； counted on its fingers and rang its little putation finished bell for me。 I copied off the numbers of the first dozen stars； then pressed the cancel when I saw the distances were getting too great to be relevant anymore。
Now I must think like Angelina。 I had to be hunted； hurried； a murderess with twelve fresh corpses of my own manufacture piled around me。 In every direction rode the enemy。 She would have the same list； ground out by the puter on the stolen cruiser。 Now…where to？ Tension and speed。 Get going somewhere。 Somewhere away from here。 A glance at the list and the answer seemed obvious。 The two nearest stars were in the same quadrant of the sky； within fifteen degrees of each other。 They were roughly equidistant。 What was more important was the fact that star number three was in a different sector of the sky and twice as far away。
That was the way to go； toward the first two stars。 It was the sort of decision that can be made in a hurry and still be sound。 Head toward suns and worlds and the lanes where other ships could be found。 The cruiser would have to be gotten rid of before any planets were approached…the faster the better since every ship in the galaxy would be looking for it。 Them meet another ship…ship X…and capture it。 Abandon the cruiser and 。 。 。 do what？
My tenuous line of logic was ready to snap at this point so I strengthened it with some akvavit and a fresh cigar。 With my eyes half…closed in reverie I tried to rebuild the flight。 Capture the ship and…head for a planet。 As long as she was alone in space Angelina was in constant danger。 A planet…fall and a change of personality were called for。 When I looked up those two target stars in the catalog the planetary choice was obvious。 A barbaric sounding place named Freibur。
There were a half dozen other settled planets around the two suns； but all eliminated themselves easily。 Either too lightly settled； so that a stranger would be easily spotted； or organized and integrated so well that it would be impossible to be around long without some notice being taken。 Freibur shared none of these difficulties。 It had been in the league for less than two hundred years； and would be in a happily chaotic state。 A mixture of the old and new； pre…contact culture and post…contact civilization。 The perfect place for her to slip into quietly； and lose herself until she could appear with a fresh identity。
Reaching this conclusion produced a double glow of satisfaction。 This was more than a mental exercise in survival since I was now roughly in the same place Angelina had been。 The incident with the scuttling charge was a strong indication of the value the Corps put on their ships…and the low value they placed on deserters。 Freibur was a place that would suit me perfectly。 I retired happily with a slight buzz on and a scorched mouth from the dehydrated cigars。
When I dragged myself back to consciousness it was time to drop out of warpspace and plot a new course。 Except there was one thing I had to do first。 A lot of the little facts I knew had not been picked up in the Corps。 One fact…normally of interest only to warpdrive technicians…concerns the curious propagation of radiation in warpspace。 Radio waves in particular。 They just don't go anyplace。 If you broadcast on one frequency you get a strong return signal on all frequencies； as if the radio waves had been squeezed out thin and bounced right back。 Normally of no interest； this exotic phenomena is just the thing to find out if your ship is bugged。 I put nothing beyond the Special Corps； and bugging their own ships seemed a logical precaution。 A concealed radio； transmitting on a narrow band； would lead them right to me wherever I went。 This I had to find out before getting near any planets。
There was a squeal and a growl from the speaker and I cursed my former employers。 But before I wasted my time looking for a transmitter I ought to be sure one was there。 Whatever was producing the signal seemed too weak to be picked up at any distance。 Some quick work with a few sheets of shielding showed that my mysterious signal was nothing more than leaking radiation from the receiver itself。 After it was shielded the ether was quiet。 I enjoyed a sigh of justified satisfaction and dropped out of warp。
Once I had a course plotted the trip wasn't a long one。 I took the opportunity to scrounge through the ship's equipment and put together a kit for future use。 The elaborate make…up and appearance…alteration machinery begged to be used； and of course I did。 Rebuilding the working…personality of Slippery Jim was a positive pleasure。 As the nose plugs and cheek pads slipped into place and the dye seeped into my hair I sighed and relaxed with happiness； an old warhorse getting back on the job。
Then I scowled； growled at myself in the mirror and began to remove the disguise as carefully as I had assumed it。 It has always been axiomatic with me that there is no relaxation in this line of business； and anything done by rote usually leads to disaster。 Inskipp knew my old working personality only too well and they would surely be looking for me under that description as well as my normal one。 The second time around I took a little more care with the disguise and built up an entirely different appearance。 A simple one…with facial and hair changes…that would be easily maintained。 The more elaborate a job of make…up is the more time it takes to keep it accurate。 Freibur was a big question mark so far and I didn't want to be loaded with any extra responsibilities like this。 I wanted to go in relaxed； sniff around and see if I could pick up Angelina's trail。
There were still two subjective days left in warpdrive and I put these to good use making some simple gadgetry that might e in handy。 Pinhead grenades； tie…clasp pistols； ring…drills…the usual thing。 I only brushed away the scraps and cleaned the shop up when the ship signaled the end of the trip。
The only city on Freibur with a ground…controlled spaceport was at Freiburbad； which was situated on the shore of an immense lake； the only sizeable body of fresh water on the planet。 Looking at the sunlight glinting from it I had the sudden desire for a swim。 This urge must have been the genesis of my idea to drown the stolen ship。 Leave it at the bottom of a deep spot in the lake and it would always be handy if needed。
I made planetfall over a jagged mountain range and picked up not as much as a beep on the radar。 ing in over the lake after dark I detected navigation radar from the spaceport； but my ship wouldn't get too far inshore。 A rainstorm…cut through with hail…shortened visibility and removed my earlier bathing desire。 There was a deep underwater channel not too far from shore and I touched down above it while I put my kit together。 It would be foolish to carry too much； but some of the Corps gear was too valuable to leave behind。 Sealing it in a waterproof cover I strapped it to my spacesuit and opened the air lock。 Rain and darkness washed over me as I struck out for the unseen shore。 I imagined rather than heard the gurgle behind me as the ship sank gently to the bottom。
Swimming in a spacesuit is about as easy to manage as making love in free fall。 I churned my way to shore in a state of near exhaustion。 After crawling out of the suit I had a great deal of pleasure watching it burn to a cinder under the heat of three thermite bombs； I particularly enjoyed kicking the resultant hissing slag into the lake。 The rain hammered down and washed all traces of the burning away。 Apparently even the fierce light of the thermite had gone unobserved in the downpour。 Huddling under a waterproof sheet I waited damply and miserably for dawn。
Sometime during the night I dozed off without meaning to because it was already light when I woke up。 Something was very wrong； and before I could remember what had woken me the voice called again。
〃Going to Freiburbad？ Of course； where else is there to go？ I'm going there myself。 Got a boat。 Old boat but a good boat。 Beats walking。。。〃
The voice went on and on＇； but I wasn't listening。 I was cursing myself for being caught unaware