Kruze's great head moved. "Guards, I'm tired of listening to this nonsense." "Yes, Controller."--This from the thin man. As one, he and his companion closed in. "Kruze, for the sake of all of us, the whole human race! What does it matter what the Kel look like? We've seen their globeships. We know what happened at Bejak II, at Corrigar, at Astole--" Hands seized my arms; wrestled me backward. "Please, Kruze! You've got to listen!" Nerveless and unrelenting as a granite monolith, Controller Alfred Kruze turned on his heel, stepped back into the room from which he'd come, and closed the door behind him. The bottom seemed to fall out of my stomach. For an instant I thought I was going to faint. Gaylord speaking: "Take him down to the detention room. I'll file charges in the morning." Spasmodically, I twisted towards him. "You, Gaylord! Do you know what it's going to mean if the Kel break through and take Rizal? Lock me up if you want to, yes. Or let these two thugs kick me to death, for that matter. But get to Kruze! Make him listen--" "I doubt if there's time for him to do much listening." Gaylord glanced at his chrono, spoke with relish. "You see, he's already scheduled to warp back to headquarters in less than an hour. And of course I wouldn't think of disturbing him in the meantime." For a moment I stared at him in the shock of utter panic. Then--cursing, convulsing--I hurled myself forward. Just as violently, the guards slammed me back. Ignoring my shouts and struggles, Gaylord pivoted and strode to the shaft-lift, pausing there just long enough to fling me one quick, mocking glance over his shoulder. The lift's double panels slid aside. Still smirking, Gaylord started to enter. Only then, inside the cage, movement suddenly flickered. Gaylord jerked back. His voice rose in a wild, shrill scream of terror. He tried to whirl, to flee. But a paragun's purple beam flashed like a visual echo to the cry of panic. With an awful, anguished intake of air, Rizal's controller tottered backward ... crumpled to the floor. Simultaneously, three men leaped from the lift. They were unique in their way: Each had two heads. Beside me, the thin guard choked; snatched for the paragun he carried in a hip holster. He died before he could even get it clear. The other guard, the heavy-set one, backed up against Controller Kruze's door, hands already raised. His breath rasped in his throat. His face was dough-grey. For my part, I couldn't even speak. And now, within the shaft-lift's cage, more movement ... another figure darting forward. A woman's figure. I choked "Celeste--!" "Oh, Mark, Mark...." She ran to me; flung her arms about me. "I was so afraid!" My throat drew tight. I held her close, smoothing the soft golden halo that was her hair. Only something was wrong. The hair--it didn't feel right.... I straightened, stiffened; stared down at the woman in my arms more intently.