Life would have been much sweeter if my uneasy hunch hadn't proven to
be true. You can't blame the Navy for being taken in by Angelina--they
were neither the first nor the last to underestimate the mind that
lay behind those melting eyes. And I try not to blame myself either.
After my first mistake in letting Angelina slip out I tried not to
make a second. I wasn't completely convinced yet that Pepe was telling
the truth about her. The entire story might be a complicated lie to
confuse and throw me off guard. I have a very suspicious mind. Playing
it safe, I kept the muzzle of my gun aimed exactly between his eyes
with my fingers resting lightly on the trigger. I kept it there until
a squad of space marines thundered in and took over. As soon as they
put the grab on Pepe I sent out an all-ships alarm about Angelina, with
a special take-all-precautions priority. Even before all the ships
had acknowledged receipt her scout rocket was sighted on the detector
screen.
I sighed with a great deal of relief. If she did turn out to be the
brains of the operation I didn't want her slipping away. She, Pepe and
the battleship made a nice package to turn over to Inskipp. There was
no chance of her escaping now, with ships closing in on her from every
direction. They were experienced at this sort of thing and it was only
a matter of time before they had her. Turning over the battleship
to the navy, I went back to the luxury yacht and tapped the stores
for a large glass of Scotch whisky (that had never been within twenty
light-years of Earth) and a long cigar. Sitting comfortably in front of
the screen I monitored the chase.
Angelina wriggled painfully on the hook, making high-G turns to avoid
capture. She'd be black and blue from head to foot after some of those
15-G accelerations. It was all for nothing because in the end they
still caught her in a tractor web and closed in. All the thrashing
around had just gained her a little time. None of us realized how
important this time really was until the boarding party cracked into
the ship.
It was empty of course.
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