Well, in 600 years a lot could happen. He shrugged. It wasn't his business to worry about the doings of his remote descendants. His business was to kill. He knew that Lugert's personal suite was on the eighth floor of the building, that he was guarded by one man outside the door, one at the elevator entrance, and several in the lobby. He didn't have to worry about the ones in the lobby. He didn't really have to worry about any of them on the way in: they wouldn't be expecting anyone dangerous. The only dangerous people in this world were Lugert and his henchmen and they'd probably be off-guard when he came by. His forearm itched where Lorence had inserted the sliver of metal. The old scientist had been very apologetic. "I'm sorry, Jack, but we have to do this. We can't risk having another Lugert. This is to make sure you don't get delusions of power once you've finished off Lugert." "What do you mean?" "I mean we can control you hypnotically through this generator I'm embedding in your arm. Just in case you decide not to go back to your own time when you're through here." "Don't worry. I wouldn't want to run this place." But he couldn't blame them for being cautious. Not at all. They'd be even more helpless before him than they would be under Lugert, after all. He drew near the big building. The guard in front said, "Who are you, and where are you going?" Jack made his voice as subservient-sounding as he could. He said, "I'm from Speaker Karson. I'd like to see Lugert." The guard frowned. "How come Karson didn't just phone the boss?" "Beats me," Jack said. "Must be top-secret." The guard frowned at Jack's strange language, shrugged, and sent him on in. He passed rapidly through the lobby and reached the elevator. A guard inside the elevator wanted to know where he was going. "I'm from Speaker Karson," he said. "I have an urgent message to deliver to Lugert." The guard held out his hand. "Let's have it. I'll take it up to him; the boss doesn't like to meet strangers." Smiling coldly, Jack fumbled in his pocket and withdrew the .38. It fired once; the silencer muffled the sound down to a squirt! A neat hole appeared in the elevator operator's head. Still smiling, Jack pressed _Eight_ and waited for the door to close. * * * * * Three minutes and two killings later he stood outside the office of Lugert himself. The elevator was clear, now, and the floor was empty of henchmen. That would make the getaway easier, Jack thought. He knocked. "Who's there?" a voice growled. "Mr. Lugert?" "Yeah. Who's there and what do you want?" "Urgent message from Speaker Karson, sir. Very important that I see you, Mr. Lugert." After a considerable pause the door swung open. Lugert stood there, wearing a glittering plastic robe. He hadn't shaved; he was short and squat and fierce-looking. Jack smiled and drew the gun.