Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
"'How' is easy enough--by keeping one jump ahead of the other guy,
like I did with your pal here, and by being smart enough to have good
engineers put into my ship everything that any other one ever had and
everything they could dream up besides. As to 'why,' that's simple,
too. I don't trust anybody except myself. If nobody except myself ever
knows what I'm going to do, or when, nobody except myself is ever going
to be able to stick a knife into me when I ain't looking--see? So far,
it's paid off big. I'm still around, and still healthy, while them that
trusted other guys ain't."
"I see. Crude, but graphic. The more I study you, the more convinced I
become that you would be a worth-while addition to our force--"
"No deal, Mendonai," Kinnison interrupted, shaking his unkempt head
positively. "I never yet took orders from no boss, and I ain't going
to, never."
"You misunderstand me, Thyron." The zwilnik was queerly patient and
much too forbearing. Kinnison's insulting omission of his title should
have touched him off like a rocket. "I was not thinking of you in any
minor capacity, but as an ally. An entirely independent ally, working
with us in certain mutually advantageous undertakings."
"Such as?" Kinnison allowed himself to betray his first sign of
interest. "You may be talking sense now, brother, but what's in it for
me? Believe me, there's got to be plenty."
"There will be plenty. With the ability you have already shown, and
with our vast resources back of you, you will take more every week than
you have been taking in a year."
"Yeah? People like you just love to do things like that for people like
me. What do _you_ figure on getting out of it?" Kinnison wondered,
and Lensed a sharp thought to his junior at the board.
"On your toes, Frank. He's stalling for something, and I'm betting it's
maulers."
"None detectable yet, sir."
* * * * *
"We stand to gain, of course," the pirate admitted, smoothly. "For
instance, there are certain features of your vessel which might--just
possibly, you will observe, and speaking only to mention an example--be
of some interest to our naval designers. Also, we have heard that you
have an unusually hot battery of primary beams. You might tell me about
some of those things now; or at least refocus your plate so that I can
see something besides your not unattractive face."
"I might not, too. What I've got here is my own business, and stays
mine."
"Is that what we are to expect from you in the way of co-operation?"
The commander's voice was still low and level, but now bore a chill of
deadly menace.
"Co-operation!" The cutthroat chief was unimpressed. "I'll maybe tell
you a thing or two--eat out of your dish--after I get good and sold on
your proposition, whatever it is, but not one second sooner!"
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