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away the overlooked bit of tissue and examined it critically. "Of course not. Disguise is an elementary part of Service work. Anyone could guess that. We don't use it often, as a matter of factonly on very simple assignments." "Oh." The hoppy sounded slightly disappointed, as melo- drama faded. He drove silently for about a minute. Then, speculatively: "Sometimes I think the Service must have time-travel, the things they pull. . . . Well, here you are. Good luck, mister." "Thanks." Jo went directly to Krasna's office. Krasna was a Randolpher. Earth-trained, and answerable to the Earth office, but otherwise pretty much on his own. His heavy, muscular face wore the same expression of serene confidence that was characteristic of Service officials everywhereeven some that, technically speaking, had no faces to wear it. "Boy meets girl," Jo said briefly. "On the nose and on the spot." "Good work, Jo. Cigarette?" Krasna pushed the box across his desk. "Nope, not now. Like to talk to you, if you've got time." Krasna pushed a button, and a toadstoollike chair rose out of the floor behind Jo. "What's on your mind?" "Well," Jo said carefully. "I'm wondering why you patted "You did a job." "I did not," Jo said flatly. "Boy would have met girl, whether I'd been here on Randolph or back on Earth, The course of true love always runs smooth. It has in all my boy-meets-girl cases, and it has in the boy-meets-girl cases of every other agent with whom I've compared notes." "Well, good," Krasna said, smiling. "That's the way we like to have it run. And that's the way we expect it to run. But, Jo, we like to have somebody on the spot, somebody with a reputation for resourcefulness, just in case there's a snag. There almost never is, as you've observed. Butif there were?" Jo snorted. "If what you're trying to do is to establish preconditions for the future, any interference by a Service agent would throw the eventual result farther off the track. I know that much about probability." "And what makes you think that we're trying to set up the future?" "It's obvious even to the hoppies on your own planet; the one that brought me here told me he thought the Service had time-travel. It's especially obvious to all the individuals and governments and entire populations that the Service has bailed out of serious messes for centuries, with never a single failure." Jo shrugged. "A man can be asked to safeguard |
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