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Ivsera saw the man named Perry turn around. He lifted his right arm as a mysterious force seemed to leap from it. The soldiers remained rooted to the spot near the entrance. Even Belal's frantic voice was stilled.
"Take it easy, friends," advised the stranger easily "Belal is a liar. He has harmed this girl although she is an official prisoner of war."
"In the background, Belal laughed sarcastically. He was accustomed to having no one take any accusations seriously that were made against him. He was Belal and Belal was infallible. Everything he did was for the direct benefit of the bunker. This was the platform on which Belal based his political power.
But now here he saw for the first time a disconcerted expression on the faces of his men, who dared to look neither at him nor at the stranger.
"Men, go back where you came from," the stranger ordered. "Here we will hold court over a man who has been able to get away with his crimes for years without punishment."
Ivsera could hardly believe her eyes as the soldiers turned about and marched back into the corridor. The door closed behind them. She, Belal and the stranger named Perry were alone again. Belal had subsided into his chair, lost for words.
"You see?" smiled Perry. "That's the way it goes for people who bite off more than they can chew."
"But... but... stammered Belal, "that-that is..."
"...impossible, do you mean? Oh no, it's all quite explainable."
Belal suddenly recalled that 'holding court' had been mentioned. He sensed the uncanny power of the stranger and realized that he had to do something or it would be his neck.
"I-I claim immunity-give me amnesty!" he begged. "I will not do anything that you don't agree with."
Perry smiled scornfully. "Now you say this, all of a sudden? Relax, Belal, don't worry. You may keep your worthless life. I am taking this girl with me to Fenomat. And if you're so anxious to do the right thing, I'll just give you a little tip: keep your hands off Fenomat... otherwise you won't like the consequences!"
Ivsera caught the malicious grin that touched Belal's lips for the fraction of a second. Had the stranger noticed it?
As though half in a trance she felt Perry take her by the hand.
"Come!" he said. "We will go and leave our friend behind with his problems."
The door opened. Ivsera and Perry stepped out into the corridor. She looked back and saw Belal sitting motionlessly behind his table. Either it was fear that held him fast-or he was too cautious to let any movement betray his present intentions.








3/ THE MIRACLE MAN

Perry strolled along the corridor as though he had no enemies in the world. It took awhile for Ivsera to recover enough from her surprise to find her voice again.
So far they had only encountered a few unarmed men, who had only stared at them but had made no unfriendly move. Ahead in the main passage it would be different. There they would find more soldiers than citizens.
"Have you..." She searched for the right words. "I mean... do you think that they will let us go out without interference?"
Perry smiled at her. "I don't think... I know..." he said calmly.
Nothing more. It was too little to satisfy Ivsera's burning curiosity.
"Where do you come from? You're not a citizen of Sallon, are you? And certainly you are not from Fenomat. Do you come from... Othahey?"
Perry shook his head. "No, I am not from Othahey. If I were, how would I be so well informed about the Sallon and Fenomat bunkers?"
Some of Ivsera's former contradictory attitude stirred in her again. "It might not be impossible," she answered. "At least I don't believe that Othahey is so stupid that it wouldn't maintain an espionage agency."
Perry laughed merrily. "It's possible you could be right about that. Nevertheless, I am not from Othahey."
He still avoided saying where he really came from.
2 minutes later they entered the main passage and Perry moved right, toward the elevator. What Ivsera had feared occurred a few moments later. A military column consisting of 5 heavily armed soldiers wearing white armbands confronted Perry, blocking his path. Meanwhile, before Perry stopped he managed to collide with the leading soldier-and on top of it he scolded the man.
"Tolpatch, can't you watch where you're going?"
The soldier seemed to have a sense of humour. With raised weapon, he stepped back a few feet and regarded Perry, who towered at least a head above him. He looked at him from head to foot and then laughed. "Excuse me, General, sir, but would you be so kind as to tell me who you are? Or don't you have any identification papers?"
Perry shook his head. "No, my friend, I don't have any I.D. I believe your superior is Capt. Feriar? Take us to him, please."
Ivsera was as amazed as the soldier at this. The soldiers of Sallon did not distinguish themselves with uniforms. For a stranger it would be impossible to guess who served under whose command, even if he knew a particular officer's name.
The column did an about face and marched with Perry toward the head of the passage and the elevator. Ivsera followed close behind. To her the stranger had become something uncanny.
Feriar had his quarters in the vicinity of the elevator. 4 of the soldiers stood guard before the door and the 5th man led Perry and Ivsera into the small room.
Feriar sprang to his feet as he saw Ivsera. He paid no attention to Perry at all. "Good Heavens!" he exclaimed in astonishment. "Did Belal release you so soon?"
Ivsera nodded and indicated Perry. Feriar now took note of the tall man who had entered with her.
"Who are you?" he asked suspiciously.
Perry smiled. "One who has neither identification documents nor a pass permit, yet who finds it urgent to leave the bunker without molestation... and that is, with this young lady."
Feriar gasped. "She is a prisoner!" he blurted out.
He opened his mouth in order to call the guards but Perry cut him off with a swift hand signal. "Let's not have any hullabaloo!" he said sharply. "I detect that you are a reasonable man. Why do you wish to work for this shoddy character, Belal?"
Feriar gaped at him. "You detect..."