That made him angry. He was bigger than he looked sitting down and the fist he shook in my face was as large as a shoe. "What kind of stupidity do you call that? It sounds like a line out of a TV thriller. You've never met another crook in your whole life and you know it! And if you did you would cheerfully turn him in if you could make a profit on the deal. The entire essence of your life is individualism--that and the excitement of doing what others can't do. Well that's over now, and you better start admitting it to yourself. You can no longer be the interplanet playboy you used to be--but you _can_ do a job that will require every bit of your special talents and abilities. Have you ever killed a man?" His change of pace caught me off guard, I stumbled out an answer. "No ... not that I know of." "Well you haven't, if that will make you sleep any better at night. You're not a homicidal, I checked that on your record before I came out after you. That is why I know you will join the Corps and get a great deal of pleasure out of going after the _other_ kind of criminal who is sick, not just socially protesting. The man who can kill and enjoy it." He was too convincing, he had all the answers. I had only one more argument and I threw it in with the air of a last ditch defense. "What about the Corps, if they ever find out you are hiring half-reformed criminals to do your dirty work we will both be shot at dawn." This time it was his turn to laugh. I could see nothing funny so I ignored him until he was finished. "In the first place my boy, _I_ am the Corps--at least the man at the top--and what do you think _my_ name is? Harold Peters Inskipp, that's what it is!" "Not the Inskipp that--" "The same. Inskipp the Uncatchable. The man who looted the Pharsydion II in mid-flight and pulled all those other deals I'm sure you read about in your misspent youth. I was recruited just the way you were." He had me on the ropes and knew it. He moved in for the kill. "And who do you think the rest of our agents are? I don't mean the bright-eyed grads of our technical schools, like the ones on my squad downstairs. I mean the full agents. The men who plan the operations, do the preliminary fieldwork and see that everything comes off smoothly. They're crooks. All crooks. The better they were on their own, the better a job they do for the Corps. It's a great, big, brawling universe and you would be surprised at some of the problems that come up. The only men we can recruit to do the job are the ones who have already succeeded at it. "Are you on?" It had happened too fast and I hadn't had time to think. I would probably go on arguing for an hour. But way down in the back of my mind the decision had been made. I was going to do it, I couldn't say no.