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persons were taken. The best evidence we have is that every planet where
new addicts have appeared was visited shortly before by a vessel that
stopped to change or exchange cargo on Repler. There ate a few suspects
here, whom we're being very careful not to warn?off. And this is not the
only planet that's being carefully checked cut. But at this stage it seems
like Repler is the best of several thin possibilities?Everything about the
operation suggests professional planning with plenty of brains behind it.
There's a lot of experience behind this setup."

"I don't wish to minimize out abilities, sir" interrupted Kitten, "but if
all this is true, wiry send for two fairly inexperienced agent?students
instead of a hundred pros?"

"One, your very inexperience is your best asset. You will be equally
unknown to the runners. The one thing we fear more than anything else is
that they might become aware that we suspect their operations here. And
with something of this magnitude running smoothly, it's a likely bet that
the pros handling things would stay quiet and shut down until they could
shift their base elsewhere. We don't want to start over again somewhere a
hundred parsecs down the Arm. We might not be fortunate enough to intercept
another shipment. Arid the traffic hasn't assumed the proportions ... yet
... where an investment of that kind would justify the risk. A large sweep
would be likely to catch up a lot of the small fry. The moguls usually
manage to slip away and start raising hell somewhere else. You two stand a
chance of cutting through a lot of opaque membrane and latching onto them
before they have a chance to get suspicious. At least, that's the theory.
If you're caught, the worst that can happen is we lose two agents."

"You frame things so delicately," murmured Porsupah.

"The covers we've prepared for you don't require a lot of effort to
maintain. Barring," he said, staring hard at Kitten, "unforseen
complications! Lieutenant Porsupah is listed as a wealthy tree?farmer's
nephew from Tolus Prime. Your covers provide you with a number of common
interests. A shared interest in mildly dangerous sports, for one thing. It
means you have reasons for wanting to jet all over the place? and
incidentally, for carrying sidearms. Sport pistols. Licenses will be issued
to the both of you on your way out. Your `sporting weapons' each pack a
much greater wallop than their appearance will suggest. So for Hive's sake,
be circumspect with them? Look around, take your time, and honestly try to
have fun. I don't believe is miracles, but `erecting the proper
superstructure facilitates acquiring interior trappings.' "

"Mathewson, twenty?third edict, section four," said Kitten.

"`Accidents and miracles will happen if you can find the proper place in
space'; yes, you're right, my door," replied Orvenalix. "I never knew
theology interested you."

"Only the juicy parts. For example ..."