"Good," Parr said, swallowing, and there was perspiration on his upper lip. "Have you contacted the Oholo again?" He felt his blood spurt. "Not yet," he said. He waited. Then: "Think you can handle him mentally?" Parr glanced at the mirror, saw how taut his reflection was. "I'm not very sure," he said. "Well, physically, then?" Parr let out his breath slowly. "I don't know." "Try. Either way. Get rid of him. An Oholo could cause the invasion trouble." Parr plucked nervously at his leg. "If I'm not able to?" The comset was silent for a moment. Then the impersonal voice said, "If you are killed in the attempt, we will replace you." It paused for a reply. Receiving none it continued: "Get what information you can, even at the risk of exposure. It's too late now for them to mount a defense, and they probably have no way to alert the natives. We want to know what he's doing there, and if there are any more on the planet." "All right," Parr said, and he realized, gratefully, that, to the Ship, his voice would sound emotionless. He dropped the comset. His hand was shaking. Not so damned good. How to kill the Oholo? * * * * * He tried to steady his nerves by remembering other planets, other times. He had faced danger before, and he was still alive. Except that before the danger had never been an Oholo. He had been Occupation, not Combat. He remembered the few captured Oholos he had seen. They died slowly when they wanted to be stubborn. Finally he crossed to the bed and stretched out naked, relaxing slowly, knowing that the time had come to get what information he could. Muscle by muscle he began to go limp. Slowly, very slowly, he dissolved his mind shield. When it was completely gone he began to inch out, to flutter out, concentrating with all his power a stream of receptive thought on the Oholo frequencies high up and uncomfortably shrill. He located the mind, far away, and he began to skirt in toward it, his own mind trembling in anticipation of the blow if he were detected. He inched closer trying to make himself completely non-transmitive. He could feel seepage around the beam, and he shunted it to a lower frequency, holding it there, suppressed. The effort blunted his full concentration and when he finally began to get Oholo thoughts they were blurred. He picked up a scrap here, a scrap there, his body tense. When he relaxed at last, forming his shield solidly, he was weak. He held the shield desperately, chinking it against a possible attack. None came. The Oholo was still completely unsuspecting, completely lulled by the security of its environment. Feeling a sense of elation and a new confidence, Parr went to the comset. "Parr. Oholo report." "Go ahead."