I did not know what that dream was until Saltario came into my office a year later. He had a job for the Company. "How many men?" I asked. "Our Company and Rajay-Ben's Patrol," Saltario said. "Full strength?" "Yes, sir." "Price?" "Standard, sir," Saltario said. "The party will pay." "Just a trip to your old planet?" "That's all," Saltario said. "A guard contract. The hiring party just don't want any interference with their project." "Two full Companies? Forty thousand men? They must expect to need a lot of protecting." "United Galaxies opposes the project. Or they will if they get wind of it." I said, "United opposes a lot of things, what's special about this scheme?" Saltario hesitated, then looked at me with those flat black eyes. "Ionics." It's not a word you say, or hear, without a chill somewhere deep inside. Not even me and I know a man can survive ionic weapons. I know because I did once. Weapons so powerful I'm one of the last men alive who saw them in action. Mathematically the big ones could wipe out a Galaxy. I saw a small one destroy a star in ten seconds. I watched Saltario for a long time. It seemed a long time, anyway. It was probably twenty seconds. I was wondering if he had gone space-crazy for keeps. And I was thinking of how I could find out what it was all about in time to stop it. I said, "A hundred Companies won't be enough. Saltario, have you ever seen or heard what an ionic bomb can ..." Saltario said, "Not weapons, peaceful power." "Even that's out and you know it," I said. "United Galaxies won't even touch peaceful ionics, too dangerous to even use." "You can take a look first." "A good look," I said. I alerted Rajay-Ben and we took two squads and a small ship and Saltario directed us to a tall mountain that jutted a hundred feet above the ice of Nova-Maurania. I was not surprised. In a way I think I knew from the moment Saltario walked into my office. Whatever it was Saltario was part of it. And I had a pretty good idea what it was. The only question was how. But I didn't have time to think it out any farther. In the Companies you learn to feel danger. The first fire caught four of my men. Then I was down on the ice. They were easy to see. Black uniforms with white wedges. Pete O'Hara's White Wedge Company, Earthmen. I don't like fighting other Earthmen, but a job's a job and you don't ask questions in the Companies. It looked like a full battalion against our two squads. On the smooth ice surface there was no cover except the jutting mountain top off to the right. And no light in the absolute darkness of a dead star. But we could see through our viewers, and so could they. They outnumbered us ten to one. Rajay-Ben's voice came through the closed circuit. "Bad show, Red, they got our pants down!" "You call it," I answered. "Break silence!"