Beth said, "I suppose you don't even know who and where the other Darruui are yourself, do you?" Harris shook his head. "I've only been on Earth a couple of days, you know. There wasn't time to make contact with anyone but Carver. I have no idea how to do so." He stared levelly at her. The expression on her face was unreadable; it was impossible to tell whether she believed he had actually killed Carver. "Things have happened fast to you, haven't they?" she said. She drew a tridim photo from a case and handed it to Harris. "This is your next victim. He goes under the name of Reynolds here. He's the second-in-command; first-in-command now, since Carver's dead." Harris studied the photo. It showed the face of the bald-headed man who had inserted the subsonic beneath the skin of his thigh. Tension mounted in him. He felt the faint _rasp rasp rasp_ in his stomach that was the agreed-upon code; Carver, waiting nearby, wanted to know if he were having any trouble. Casually Harris kneaded his side, activating the transmitter. The signal he sent out told Carver that nothing had happened yet, that everything was all right. * * * * * He handed the photo back to Beth. "I'll take care of him," he said. _I press the neural nexus in the left hip and render them unconscious. Then I kill them with the disruptor and leave._ _Very simple._ He looked at Beth and thought that in a few minutes she would lie dead, along with Coburn and the other two Medlins and these giants who claimed to be Earthmen. He tensed. His hand stole toward his hip. Beth said, "It must have been a terrible nervous strain, killing him. You look very disturbed." "You've overturned all the values of my life," Harris said glibly. "That can shake a man up." "You didn't think I'd succeed!" Beth said triumphantly to Coburn. To Harris she explained, "Coburn didn't think you could be trusted." "I can't," Harris said bluntly. He activated the concealed subsonic. The first waves of inaudible sound rippled out, ignoring false flesh and striking through to the Medlin core beneath. Protected by his three-foot shield, Harris nevertheless felt sick to the stomach, rocked by the reverberating sound-waves that poured from the pellet embedded in his thigh. Coburn was reaching for his weapon, but he never got to it. His arm drooped slackly; he slumped over. Beth dropped. The other two Medlins fell. Still the subsonic waves poured forth. To his surprise Harris saw that the two giants still remained on their feet and semi-conscious, if groggy. _It must be because they're so big_, he thought. _It takes longer for the subsonic to knock them out._ Wrynn was sagging now. His wife reeled under the impact of the noiseless waves and slipped to the floor, followed a moment later by her husband. The office was silent. Harris pressed his side again, signalling the _all clear_ to the five Darruui outside. Six unconscious forms lay awkwardly on the floor.