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〃First tell me how the children are； my sons； never seen by their father； how do they do？〃
〃Yes； how are they？〃 Angelina asked； sitting back fortably in one of the lounge chairs。 Inskipp sputtered a bit but had to answer。
〃Doing fine。 Putting on weight。 Eat a lot just like their father。 You'll see them soon。 Now enough of that。 I e I don't know how many light years to supervise this operation because it seems to have ground to a full stop。 And what do I find？ My two agents have had enough and have deserted the planet of their assignment and meet me here in orbiteven though said planet is clamped beneath the iron heel of the Cliaand。 Explain。〃
〃We have won。〃
〃No jokes； diGriz。 I can have you shot。〃
〃You won't hurt me； you have too much invested in my hide。 And I meant what I said。 We have won。 Burada； clamped under the iron heel； doesn't know it yet。 The Cliaandian clampers don't know it yet。 Just we privileged few。〃
〃I'm not one of that happy number。 Talk faster。〃
〃A demonstration is in order。 Angelina my sweet； do you have our little toy？〃
She opened a box next to her chair and handed over the Thing。 It was smooth and black and no bigger than my hand。 There were small openings on its bottom and at each end； while one end had a cluster of tiny lenses as well。 I held it out to Inskipp who looked at it suspiciously。
〃Do you know what this is？〃 I said。
〃No。 And I can't say that I really care to。〃
〃This is the tombstone on the grave of all the Cliaandian expansionist ambitions。 What type of space vessel is this we are aboard？〃
〃A light destroyer； Gnasher class。 And what relevancy does that have？〃
〃Patience； and all will be revealed。〃
I next took the small control box from Angelina and inserted the end of the spiked rod projecting from it into the matched opening in the Thing。 Then I tapped out the serial number for Gnasher class destroyers on the keyboard。 With the control box still attached I carried the Thing to the lounge exit where we could see the bulky disc of the main airlock。 Angelina followed； leading the protesting Inskipp。
〃We must imagine；〃 I said； 〃that this ship is on the ground and that the lock is open。 All airlocks open sooner or later and when they do the Thing is waiting。 And so is the operator； watching from up to three kilometers away。 The lock opens and he activates the Thing。 It soars straight at the open lock through it； and〃
I pressed the go button and it went。 Tiny jets screamed and it darted off like an impassioned hummingbird； down the hallway towards the stem。
〃After it！〃 I shouted and led the way at a dead run。
We caught up with it two decks down where it had been stopped by a closed doorbut not stopped for long。 The thermal lance in the Thing's nose burned a quick hole through the metal and it was off again。 When we reached the engine room it had almost eaten its way through this thicker door and there was just time to throw the door open as it went through。 It zoomed once around the room as though getting its bearings； so small and fast it was almost impossible to follow； then it dived。
Right at the warpdrive generator where it exploded in a puff of black smoke。
〃A harmless smoke charge；〃 I said。 〃To be replaced in field operation by high explosive； more than enough to destroy the warpdrive generator； yet small enough not to cause any other damage。 A humane weapon indeed。〃
〃You're mad。〃
〃Only at the Cliaand and the gray men for pursuing this futile war。 If we can go back for that drink now I'll tell you how it is going to be stopped。〃
fortably seated； throat cooled； I explained。
〃I personally polished off the warpdrive generators in nine of the Cliaand ships； just to see if it could be done and if there would be any unusual problems in ship design or construction。 There were none。 Cliaandian ships are just like other ships； only more so since they like a good deal of uniformity which makes our job that much easier。 The Thing has been designed to do that job。 The Thing operator can sit at his ease outside of a spaceport； watching the Cliaand ships through high powered glasses。 When the observed ship opens its port the Thing strikes。 The operator must merely aim it； feed in the type of ship； and start it on its way。 The Thing has a molecular level memory bank and puter circuitry。 It zeroes in on the ship at high speed； finds the port and enters and then； using its programmed knowledge of the vessel's interior； it makes its way to the engine room； stopping for nothing。 Where it blows up the warpdrive generator。 End of the Cliaand invasion。〃
〃End of one warpdrive generator；〃 Inskipp said； a sneer in his voice。 〃They order up another one and that is that。〃
〃That is not that。 Generators are plex and not easy to build。 There are very few factories that turn them out because most people are satisfied to buy them from someone else。 I am sure the Cliaand have at least one factory； but that can be found and knocked out from space。〃
〃So they get one from the warehouse。〃
〃There is a limit to the number they can have； and quite soon the warehouse will be empty。 Because we are going to have agents on every planet now ruled by the Cliaand and they are going to blow up every warpdrive generator on every ship on those planets。 We won't have to go anywhere near the home planet。 The warpdrive will be knocked out of cargo ships； war ships； any and all within the Cliaand area of control。 Nor will they be able to get any from the outside since this is one embargo that it will be easy for the Corps and the cooperating planets to enforce。 End of an empire。〃
〃How？〃
〃Think； Inskipp； age couldn't have withered your brain as much as your leathery hide。 Angelina gave me the clue。 The Cliaandians must keep expanding or perish。 They don't have enough food or raw materials on their single planet to carry on this kind of continual expansion。 So they conquer a planet； put it to work on their behalf； then restored and re…supplied go on to bigger and better things。 Only not any more。 They still have the planets and the materialsbut what good are they if they can't be transported to where they are needed？ The expansion will have to stop； and as the ships grow scarce they will have to pull back。 Further and further back until they are on their home planet again and that will be the end of that。 Any single planet can support itself with raw materials and food； at least enough to survive。 But an empire cannot survive with its trade arteries cut。 I give them a year； no more； before Cliaand is just another backwater planet with a lot of guys in uniforms and out of jobs。 When it is all over normal trade can be started again。 A year at the outside。 What do you think。〃
〃I think you did it again； my boy； as I knew you would。〃
He beamed at me and I winked at Angelina and we drank to that。
Chapter 22
We were standing at the inner lock； ready to disembark from the spaceship； when one at the pursers hurried over and handed me a psigram。 Angelina blasted it with a withering look。
〃Tear it up。〃 she said。 〃If that is from foul Inskipp canceling the one little vacation we have ever had 。 。 。〃
〃Relax；〃 I said； glancing through it quickly。 〃Our holiday is still safe。 〃This is from Taze 。 。 。〃
〃If that topheavy hussy is still chasing you she is in for trouble。〃
〃Have no fear； my love。 The munication is of a political nature。 The results of the first election to be held since the Cliaandian withdrawal are in。 The men's Konsolosluk party has been swept from office and the girls are back at the helm。 Taze has been appointed Minister of War； so I don't think future invasion will be as easy as the last。 The psigram further states that we have both been awarded the Order of the Blue Mountains； First Class； and there will be much ceremony and medal pinning when next we get to Burada。〃
〃Just see you don't try going there on your own。 Slippery Jim。〃
I sighed as the massive outer lock of the spaceship ground open and the militant oompah of band music was carried in by the outside air。 The sky was clear and empty of anything other than the puffy white clouds and a copter towing a banner that read WELE WELE。
〃Very nice；〃 I said。
〃Urgh urgh；〃 Bolivar said； or something like that； or was it James who had spoken？ They were hard to tell apart and Angelina took a very antipathetic view towards my suggestion that we paint a B on one little forehead and J on the other。 Just for a while。 She bent over their tiny forms in the robopram； tucking in blankets and doing other unessential maternal things。 Only I knew that she had a gun in her girdle and a knife in the nappies。 My Angelina is just as motherly as any female tiger： she takes care of her cubs but also keeps her claws sharp just in case。 Pity the poor kidnapper who tried to swipe the diGriz babies！
〃That's an improvement over the usual rattling escalator；〃 I said； pointing to the platform outside。
A shipyard repair stage had been polished and decorated with flags and turned into a passenger elevator。 It not only held all the people disembarking but there was plenty of room left over for the military