Waverill had to grope a little getting into the ship, as though his hands still didn't correlate with his eyes, but it was clear that he could see all right, even in the ship's dim interior. Murdoch said, "Your eyes seem to be completely well, sir." Waverill was playing it cool too. "They don't match up very well yet, and I have to experiment to focus. It'll come back, though." He went casually to his seat and lowered himself into it. Murdoch got into the pilot's seat. "Better strap in, sir." * * * * * He didn't have long to wonder how they'd be sent off; the ship lifted and simply passed through whatever served as a ceiling. There was no restraint when Murdoch turned on the gravs and took over. He moved off toward Ganymede's north pole, gaining altitude slowly, watching his screens, listening to the various hums and whines as the ship came alive. The radar would have to stay off until they were away from Ganymede, but the optical system showed nothing threatening. He moved farther from the satellite, keeping it between him and Jupiter. "Hold it here," Waverill said. Letting the ship move ahead on automatic, Murdoch turned in pretended surprise. "What...." Waverill had a heat gun trained steadily on him. "I'll give you the course." Murdoch casually reached down beside the pilot's chair. A compartment opened under his fingers, and he lifted a gun of his own. Waverill's mouth went tight as he squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. Waverill glanced at the weapon. Rage moved across his face. He hoisted the gun as if to throw it, then stopped as Murdoch lifted his own gun a little higher. "You got to them," Waverill said flatly. "The ones that did the remodeling job on this crate and hid that gun for you? Of course. Did you think you were playing with an idiot?" "I could have sworn they were beyond reach." "I reached them." Murdoch got unstrapped and stood up. He had the ship's acceleration just as he wanted it. "And naturally I went over the ship while you were blind. Get into your suit now, Waverill." "Why?" "I'm giving you a better break than you were going to give me. I'm putting you where the Patrol will pick you up." "You won't make it, you son of a bitch. I've got some cards left." "I know where you planned to rendezvous. By the time you buy your way out of jail, I'll be out of your reach." "You _never_ will." "Talk hard enough and I may decide to kill you right now." Waverill studied his face for a moment, then slowly got to his feet. He went to the suit locker, got out his suit, and squirmed into it. Murdoch grinned as he saw the disappointment on the other's face. The weapons were gone from the suit, too. He said, "Zip up and get the helmet on, and get into the lock."