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de。 The charges from Krannon's gun； taken when he was killed； had been hooked together with a firing circuit。 All the moves had been rehearsed carefully and they went smoothly now。
Jason had picked the metal wall as being the best spot to break in。 It offered the most resistance to the native life； so the chances were it wouldn't be reinforced with sandbags or fill； the way other parts of the wall were。 If he was wrong； they were all dead。
The first men had slapped their wads of sticky congealed sap against the wall。 Jason pressed the charges into them and they stuck； a roughly rectangular pattern as high as a man。 'While he did this； the detonating wire was run out to its length and the raiders pressed back against the base of the wall。 Jason stumbled through the ashes to the detonator； fell on it and pressed the switch at the same time。
Behind him a thundering bang shook the wall and red flame burst out。 Plies was the first one there； pulling at the twisted and smoking metal with his gloved hands。 Others grabbed on and bent the jagged pieces aside。 The hole was filled with smoke and nothing was visible through it。 Jason dived into the opening； rolled on a heap of rubble and smacked into something solid。 When he blinked the smoke from his eyes； he looked around him。
He was inside the city。
The others poured through now； picking him up as they charged in so he wouldn't be trampled underfoot。 Someone spotted the spaceship and they ran that way。
A man ran around the corner of a building toward them。 His Pyrran reflexes sent him springing into the safety of a doorway the same moment he saw the invaders。 But they were Pyrrans too。 The man slumped slowly back onto the street； three metal bolts sticking out of his body。 They ran on without stopping； running between the low storehouses。 The ship stood ahead。
Someone had reached it before them； they could see the outer hatch slowly grinding shut。 A hail of bolts from the bows crashed into it with no effect。
〃Keep going！〃 Jason shouted。 〃Get next to the hull before he reaches the guns。〃
This time three men didn't make it。 The rest of them were under the belly of the ship when every gun let go at once。 Most of them were aimed away from the ship； still the scream of shells and electric discharges was earshattering。 The three men still in the open dissolved under the fire。 W7hoever was inside the ship had hit all the gun trips at once； both to knock out the attackers and summon aid。 He would be on the screen now； calling for help。 Their time was running out。
Jason reached up and tried to open the hatch； while the others watched。 It was locked from the inside。 One of the men brushed him aside and pulled at the inset handle。 It broke off in his hand but the hatch remained closed。
The big guns had stopped now and they could hear again。
〃Did anyone get the gun from that dead man？〃 he asked。 〃It would blow this thing open。〃
〃No；〃 Plies said； 〃we didn't stop。〃
Before the words were out of his mouth； two men were running back toward the buildings； angling away from each other。 The ship's
guns roared again； a string of explosions cut across one man。 Before they could change directions and find the other man he had reached the buildings。
He returned quickly； darting into the open to throw the gun to them。 Before he could dive back to safety； the shells caught him。
Jason grabbed up the gun as it skidded almost to his feet。 They heard the sound of wide open truck turbines screaming toward them as he blasted the lock。 The mechanism sighed and the hatch sagged open。 They were all through the airlock before the first truck appeared。 Naxa stayed behind with the gun； to hold the lock until they could take the control room。
Everyone climbed faster than Jason； once he had pointed them the way； so the battle was over when he got there。 The single city Pyrran looked like a pincushion。 One of the techs had foqnd the gun controls and was shooting wildly； the sheer quantity of his fire driving the trucks back。
〃Someone get on the radio and tell the talkers to call the attack off；〃 Jason said。 He found the munications screen and snapped it on。 Kerk's wide…eyed face stared at him from the screen。
〃You！〃 Kerk said； breathing the word like a curse。
〃Yes； it's me；〃 Jason answered。 He talked without looking up； while his hands were busy at the control board。 〃Listen to me； Kerk…and don't doubt anything I say。 I may not know how to fly one of these ships； but I do know how to blow them up。 Do you hear that sound？〃 He ffipped over a switch and the faraway whine of a pump droned faintly。 〃That's the main fuel pump。 If I let it run…which I won't right now…it could quickly fill the drive chamber with raw fuel。 Pour in so much that it would run out of the stern tubes。 Then what do you think would happen to your one…and…only spacer if I pressed the firing button？ I'm not asking you what would happen to me…since you don't care… but you need this ship the way you need life itself。〃
There was only silence in the cabin now。 The men who had won the ship turned to face him。 Kerk's voice grated loudly through the room。
'What do you want； Jason？ What are you trying to do？ Why did you lead those animals in here？〃 His voice cracked and broke as anger choked him and spilled over。
〃Watch your tongue； Kerk；〃 Jason said with soft menace。 〃These men you are talking about are the only ones on Pyrrus who have a spaceship。 If you want them to share it with you； you had better learn to talk nicely。 Now e over here at once…and bring Brucco and Meta。〃 Jason looked at the older man's florid and swollen face and felt a measure of sympathy。 〃Don't look so unhappy； it's not the end of the world。 In fact； it might be the beginning of one。 And another thing； leave this channel open when you go。 Have it hooked into every screen in the city so everyone can see what happens here。 Make sure it's taped too； for replay。〃
Kerk started to say something； but changed his mind before he did。 He left the screen； but the set stayed alive。 Carrying the scene in the control room to the entire city。
27
The fight was over。 It had ended so quickly the fact hadn't really sunk in yet。 Rhes rubbed his hand against the gleaming metal of the control console； letting the reality of touch convince him。 The other men milled about； looking out through the viewscreens or soaking in the mechanical strangeness of the room。
Jason was physically exhausted； but he couldn't let it show。 He opened the pilot's medbox and dug through it until he found the stimulants。 Three of the little gold pills washed the fatigue from his body； and he could think clearly again。
〃Listen to me；〃 he shouted。 〃The fight's not over yet。 They'll try anything to take this ship back and we have to be ready。 I want one of the techs to go over these boards until he finds the lock controls。 Make sure all the airlocks and ports are sealed。 Send men to check them； if necessary。 Turn on all the screens to scan in every direction； so no one can get near the ship。 We'll need a guard in the engine room； my control could be cut if they broke in there。 And there had better be a room…by…room search of the ship； in case someone else is locked in with us。〃
The men had something to do now and felt relieved。 Plies split them up into groups and set them to work。 Jason stayed at the controls； his hand next to the pump switch。 The battle wasn't over yet。
〃There's a truck ing；〃 Plies called； 〃going slow。〃
〃Should I blast it？〃 the man at the gun controls asked。
〃Hold your fire；〃 Jason said； 〃until we can see who it is。 If it's the people I sent for； let them through。〃
As the truck came on slowly； the gunner tracked it with his sights。 There was a driver and three passengers。 Jason waited until he was positive who they were。
〃Those are the ones；〃 he said。 〃Stop them at the lock； Plies； make them e in one at a time。 Take their guns as they enter； then strip them of all their equipment。 There is no way of telling what could be a concealed weapon。 Be specially careful of Brucco…he's the thin one
with a face like an axe edge…make sure you strip him clean。 He's a specialist in weapons and survival。 And bring the driver； too； we don't want him reporting back about the broken airlock or the state of our guns。〃
Waiting wAs hard。 His hand stayed next to the pump switch； even though he knew he could never use it。 Just as long as the others thought he would。
There were stampings and muttered curses in the corridor； the prisoners were pushed in。 Jason had one look at their deadly expressions and clenched fists before he called to Plies。
〃Keep them against the wall and watch them。 Bowmen keep your weapons up。〃 He looked at the people who had once been his friends and who now swam in hatred for him。 Meta； Kerk； Brucco。 The driver was Skop； the man Kerk had once appointed to guard him。 He looked ready to explode now that the roles had been reversed。
〃Pay close attention；〃 Jason said； 〃because your lives depend upon it。 Keep your backs to the wall and don't attempt to e any closer to me than you are now。 If you do； you will be shot instantly。 If we were alone； any one of you could undoubtedly reach me b