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ep pointing toward us and I get the darkest feeling in my head。 。 。 。〃
〃Blast one； see what happens；〃 Kerk said。
The gun fired and at the same instant an intensified wave of mental hatred rolled over the men； dropping them to the ground。 They rolled in pain； blacked out and unable to think or fight the underground beasts that poured over them in renewed attack。
In the ship； far above； Jason felt the shock to his mind and wondered how the men below could have lived through it。 The others in the control room had been hit by it as well。 Kerk pounded on the frame of the screen and shouted to the unhearing men below。
〃Pull back； e back。 。 。 。〃
It was too late。 The men only stirred slightly as the victorious Pyrran animals washed over them； clawing for the joints in their armor。 Only
one man moved； standing up and beating the creatures away with his bare hands。 He stumbled a few feet and bent over the writhing mass below him。 With a heave of his shoulders； he pulled another man up。 The man was dead but his shoulder pack was still strapped to his back。 Bloody fingers fumbled at the pack； then both men were washed back under the wave of death。
〃That was the bomb！〃 Kerk shouted to Meta。 〃If he didn't change the setting； it's still on ten…second minimum。 Get out of here！〃
Jason had just time to fall back on the acceleration couch before the rockets blasted。 The pressure leaned on him and kept mounting。 Vision blacked out but he didn't lose consciousness。 Air screamed across the hull； then the sound stopped as they left the atmosphere behind。
Just as Mets cut the power； a glare of white light burst from the screens。 They turned black instantly as the hull pickups burned out。 She switched filters into place； then pressed the button that rotated new pickups into position。；
Far below； in the boiling sea； a climbing cloud of mushroom…shaped flame filled the spot where the island had been seconds before。 The three of them looked at it； silent and unmoving。 Kerk recovered first。
〃Head for home； Mets； and get operations on the screen。 Twentyfive men dead； but they did their job。 They knocked out those beasts… whatever they were…and ended the war。 I can't think of a better way for a man to die。〃
Meta set the orbit； then called operations。
〃Trouble getting through；〃 she said。 〃I have a robot landing beam response； but no one is answering the call。〃
A man appeared on the empty screen。 He was beaded with sweat and had a harried look in his eyes。 〃Kerk；〃 he said； 〃is that you？ Get the ship back here at once。 We need her firepower at the perimeter。 All blazes broke loose a minute ago； a general attack from every side； worse than I've ever seen。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 Kerk stammered in unbelief。 〃The war is over。 We blasted them； destroyed their headquarters pletely。〃
〃The war is going like it never has gone before；〃 the other snapped back。 〃I don't know what you did； but it stirred up the stewpot of hell here。 Now stop talking and get the ship back！〃
Kerk turned slowly to face Jason； his face pulled back in a look of raw animal savagery。
〃You！ You did it！ I should have killed you the first time I saw you。 I wanted to； now I know I was right。 You've been like a plague since you came here； sowing death in every direction。 I knew you were wrong； yet I let your twisted words convince me。 And look what has
happened。 First you killed Welf。 Then you murdered those men in the cave。 Now this attack on the perimeter…all who die there； you will have killed！〃
Kerk advanced on Jason； step by slow step； hatred twisting his features。 Jason backed away until he could retreat no further； his shoulders against the chart case。 Kerk's hand lashed out； not a fighting blow； but an open slap。 Though Jason rolled with it； it still battered him and stretched him full length on the floor。 His arm was against the chart case； his fingers near the sealed tubes that held the jump matrices。
Jason seized one of the heavy tubes with both hands and pulled it out。 He swung it with all his strength into Kerk's face。 It broke the skin on his cheekbone and forehead and blood ran from the cuts。 But it didn't slow or stop the big man in the slightest。 His smile held no mercy as he reached down and dragged Jason to his feet。
〃Fight back；〃 he said； 〃I will have that much more pleasure as I kill you。〃 He drew back the granite fist that would tear Jason's head from his shoulders。
〃Go ahead；〃 Jason said and stopped struggling。 〃Kill me。 You can do it easily。 Only don't call it justice。 Weif died to save me。 But the men on the island died because of your stupidity。 I wanted peace and you wanted war。 Now you have it。 Kill me to soothe your conscience； because the truth is something you can't face up to。〃
With a bellow of rage； Kerk drove the piledriver fist down。
Mets grabbed the arm in both her hands and hung on； pulling it aside before the blow could land。 The three of them fell together； half crushing Jason。
〃Don't do it；〃~he screamed。 〃Jason didn't want those men to go down there。 That was your idea。 You can't kill him for that！〃
Kerk； exploding with rage； was past hearing。 He turned his attention to Meta； tearing her from him。 She was a woman and her supple strength was meager pared to his great muscles。 But she was a Pyrran woman and she did what no off…wonder could。 She slowed him for a moment； stopped the fury of his attack until he could rip her hands loose and throw her aside。 It didn't take him long to do this； but it was just time enough for Jason to get to the door。
Jason stumbled through and jammed shut the lock behind him。 A split second after he had driven the bolt home； Kerk's weight plunged into the door。 The metal screamed and bent； giving way。 One hinge was torn loose and the other held only by a shred of metal。 It would go down on the next blow。
Jason wasn't waiting for that。 He hadn't stayed to see if the door would stop the raging Pyrran。 No door on the ship could stop him。
Fast as possible； Jason went down the gangway。 There was no safety on the ship； which meant he had to get off it。 The lifeboat deck was just ahead。
Ever since first seeing them； he had given a lot of thought to the lifeboats。 Though he hadn't looked ahead to this situation； he knew a time might e when he would need transportation of his own。 The lifeboats had seemed to be the best bet； except that Meta had told him they had no fuel。 She had been right in one thing： the boat he had been in had empty tanks； he had checked。 There were five other boats； though； that he hadn't examined。 He had wondered about the idea of useless lifeboats and e to what he hoped ~as a correct conclusion。
This spaceship was the only one the Pyrrans had。 Meta had told him once that they always had planned to buy another ship； but never did。 Some other necessary war expense managed to e up first。 One ship was really enough for their uses。 The only difficulty lay in the fact they had to keep that ship in operation or the Pyrran city was dead。 Without supplies they would be wiped out in a few months。 Therefore the ship's crew couldn't conceive of abandoning their ship。 No matter what kind of trouble she got into； they couldn't leave her。 When the ship died； so did their world。
With this kind of thinking； there was no need to keep the lifeboats fueled。 Not all of them； at least。 Though it stood to reason at least one of them held fuel for short flights that would have been wasteful for the parent ship。 At this point； Jason's chain of logic grew weak。 Too many 〃ifs。〃 If they used the lifeboats at all； one of them should be fueled。 If they did； it would be fueled now。 And if it were fueled… which one of the six would it be？ Jason had no time to go looking。 He had to be right the first time。
His reasoning had supplied him with an answer； the last of a long line of suppositions。 If a boat were fueled； it should be the one nearest to the control cabin。 The one he was diving toward now。 His life depended on this string of guesses。
Behind him the door went down with a crash。 Kerk bellowed and leaped。 Jason hurled himself through the lifeboat port with the nearest thing to a run he could manage under the doubled gravity。 With both hands he grabbed the emergency launching handle and pulled down。
An alarm bell rang and the port slammed shut； literally in Kerk's face。 Only his Pyrran reflexes saved him from being smashed by it。
Solid fuel launchers exploded and blasted the lifeboat clear of the parent ship。 Their brief acceleration slammed Jason to the deck； then he floated as the boat went into free fall。 The main…drive rockets didn't fire。
In that moment Jason learned what it was like to know he was dead。 Without fuel the boat would drop into the jungle below； falling like a rock and blasting apart when it hit。 There was no way out。
Then the rockets caught； roared； and he dropped to the deck； bruising his nose。 He sat up； rubbing it and grinning。 There was fuel in the tanks…the delay in starting had only been part of the launching cycle； giving the lifeboat time to fall clear of the ship。 Now to get it under control。 He pulled himself into the pilot's seat。
The altimeter had fed information to the auto