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there was no doubt his anger had been genuine. Clever or skilled or maybe
he simply could not afford the luxury of rage. A thing which in itself gave
rise to speculation.

He said, "So I am to find out why the ships have vanished. Right?"

"Yes."

"Information?"

"Everything you need to know is here." Chan touched his case, the
recorder. "The messages, the special coordinates, details and listings of
personnel, passengers, and cargo." His face creased into a smile, thin,
acid, devoid of humor. "I'm sure that to a man like yourself it will be
enough."

"Maybe."
 "You will, of course, let me know what you intend to do. I shall need the
information in caseтАФ" He paused for effect, taking a small revenge.

Kennedy finished for him. "In case I don't return. In the event I fail.
Somehow I think you would like that."

Chan made no answer but his smile warmed a little. Only a little but it
was enough. In one thing, at least, he was honest

Chapter Two
The bar held two hundred pounds. Kennedy stooped, gripped, lifted it
with a smooth coordination of muscle, holding it high above his head as
he ran toward a low fence. He jumped it, quickly regained his balance,
then set down the weighted bar.

Penza Saratov snorted his contempt. "You call that a feat of strength?
On my world a child could do as well. You're getting soft, Cap. You need
three months under high-gravity. The next time we have a vacation come
with me to Droom. I'll make a man out of you in no time at all."

"A man or a corpse?"

"A man, Cap. Someone like me." Stooping, Saratov picked up the bar
with one hand, lifted it as if it were a twig, sprang high over the fence,
then threw the bar to land a dozen yards away. Grinning, he stretched, his
skin glistening in the light of the setting sun.

Watching him, Kennedy was reminded of a troglodyte from Earth's
ancient mythology. A creature almost as wide as he was tall, the shaven
ball of his head running into a thick neck mounted on massive shoulders.
Arms, torso, thighs, and calves completed the picture of a living machine
of flesh, bone, and muscle. A giant born, raised, and trained on a world
with three times the normal gravity of Earth.