They made a second pass. Two more scouts went down and Savage decided that they too crashed. He manipulated the controls and the scout lurched sickeningly and went into a steep dive. At the last possible moment Savage pulled out and, barely off the streets, roared between the buildings toward Supreme Headquarters. He slowed as they approached the building and rested one hand lightly on the bank of blaster studs. "Brace yourself, we're going in," he said and slammed down on the studs. A chunk of wall in front of them disintegrated and he decelerated savagely. They went through the gap at dead low speed, but still they crashed through two inner walls before they finally stopped. They were bruised and shaken, but otherwise unhurt. "Here's where we get out," Savage announced and Larhana's voice came from behind them. "Wait for me," she cried and they whirled around. From somewhere she had gotten a suit of coveralls that were almost the right size, as well as a helmet and mask. Two blasters were belted to her slim waist and the whole effect was one of efficient deadliness, spoiled only by the loveliness that insisted on making itself known through the coveralls. "What are you doing here?" Savage finally got out. "I wanted to help you," she said simply. "What are we to do?" asked Slan. "We surely can't leave her here." "She'll have to come with us. Let's go," Savage said, there was no time for argument or recrimination. He kicked open the hatch and jumped down to the rubble covered floor. Flames were already crackling behind the ship as he helped Larhana alight, and when Slan had joined them he blasted their way through the wall into a corridor. With Slan in the lead they ran to the levitor bank. They had just reached it when a pair of doors slid open and black-uniformed men poured out, only to be cut down bloodily by Savage's blaster. The carnage lasted only a few moments and then they were in the levitor. "Czako's offices are on the forty-fifth floor," Slan explained as he pressed the stud. "They will be thick with his men, of course." Savage nodded grimly, his weapons ready, and watched the moving indicator. Then, as the forty-third floor clicked by and they were bracing themselves for the rush, a muffled blast rocked the building. The lights went out and they were hurled to the floor as the car stopped abruptly. Then they began to fall. For an agonizing moment they felt helpless, doomed. Then the safety brakes went on and the car ground to a halt. "What happened?" Larhana gasped. "The fire must have gotten to the scout's fuel or blaster magazine and it blew up," Savage said. "But we've got to get out of here." Slan produced a hand torch while Savage tried to open the doors. "They're jammed," he said after a moment's effort. "Stand back. I'll use a blaster."