"She will be the first Nona they'll find," explained Docchi, "because she can get away with the disguise longer. I think--I hope--they'll call off the search for a few hours while they test her. Eventually they are sure to find out. In Jerian's case, fingerprints or X-rays would reveal who she is. But that won't occur to them immediately. Nona is impossible to question, as you know, and Jerian will act exactly as Nona would. "As soon as they discover that Jerian isn't Nona--well, they won't bother to be polite, if that's the word for it. The guards will like the idea of finding an attractive girl they can manhandle in the line of duty, especially if they think that will help them find Nona. It won't, of course. But it will hold up the search and that's what we want." They stood still, no one moving. Women looked at each other in silent apprehension. "Let's go," said Jordan grimly. "Wait," advised Docchi. "I have one volunteer Nona. I need about fifty more. It doesn't matter if you're physically sound or not--we'll raid the lab for plastissue. If you think you can be made up to look like Nona, come forward." [Illustration] Slowly, singly and by twos and threes, they came to him. There were few indeed who wouldn't require liberal use of camouflage. The rest followed Jordan out. Mass production of an individual. Not perfect in every instance. Good enough to pass in most. Docchi watched approvingly, suggesting occasional touches of makeup. "She can't speak or hear," he reminded the volunteers. "Remember that at all times, no matter what they do. Hide in difficult places. After Jerian is taken and the search called off and then resumed, let yourselves be found one at a time. Every guard that has to take you for examination is one less to look for the real Nona. They have to find her soon or get off the asteroid." The cosmetechs were busy; none stopped. There was one who looked up. "Get off?" she asked. "Why?" "The Sun is getting smaller." "Smaller!" exclaimed the woman. He nodded. "Handicap Haven is leaving the Solar System." Her fingers flew and molded the beautiful curve of a jaw where there had been none. Next, plastissue lips were applied. Nona was soon hiding in half a hundred places. And one more.... [Illustration] * * * * * The orbit of Neptune was far behind and still the asteroid was accelerating. Two giant gravital units strained at the core of Handicap Haven. The third clamped an abnormally heavy gravity on the isolated world. Prolonged physical exertion was awkward and doubly exhausting. Hours turned into a day, but the units never faltered. "Have you figured it out as precisely as you should?" asked Docchi easily. "You share our velocity away from the Sun. You'll have to overcome it before you can start going back." The general ignored him. "If we could only turn off that damned drive!"