"I know why," Frendlyer said. "You wished to be advised of your rights and obligations as a Free Citizen. What could be more natural? If you take a seat on that bench, I'll be with you in--" "I didn't come here for that," Barrent said. "I want to find out about my rights and obligations, of course. But right now, I want to find that girl." "Girl?" "She was sitting on the bench when I came in. She was the one who gave me the gun." Mr. Frendlyer looked astonished. "Citizen, you must be laboring under a misapprehension. There has been no woman in this office all day." "She was sitting on the bench near those three men. A very attractive dark-haired girl. You must have noticed her." "I would certainly have noticed her if she had been here," Frendlyer said, winking. "But as I said before, no woman has entered these premises today." Barrent glared at him and pulled the gun out of his pocket. "In that case, how did I get this?" "I lent it to you," Frendlyer said. "I'm glad you were able to use it successfully, but now I would appreciate its return." "You're lying," Barrent said, taking a firm grip on the weapon. "Let's ask those men." He walked over to the bench with Frendlyer close behind him. He caught the attention of the man who had been sitting nearest the girl and asked him, "Where did the girl go?" The man lifted a sullen, unshaven face and said, "What girl you talking about, Citizen?" "The one who was sitting right here." "I didn't notice nobody. Rafeel, you see a female on this bench?" "Not me," Rafeel said. "And I been sitting here continuous since ten this morning." "I didn't see her neither," the third man said. "And I got sharp eyes." Barrent turned back to Frendlyer. "Why are you lying to me?" "I've told you the simple truth," Frendlyer said. "There has been no girl in here all day. I lent you the gun, as is my privilege as President of the Victim's Protective Society. I would now appreciate its return." "No," Barrent said. "I'm keeping the gun until I find the girl." "That might not be wise," Frendlyer said. He hastily added, "Thievery, I mean, is not condoned under these circumstances." "I'll take my chances on that," Barrent said. He turned and left the Victim's Protective Society. Chapter Five Barrent needed time to recuperate from his violent entry into Omegan life. Starting from the helpless state of a newborn, he had moved through murder to the ownership of an antidote shop. From a forgotten past on a planet called Earth, he had been catapulted into a dubious present in a world full of criminals. He had gotten a glimpse of a complex class structure, and a hint of an institutionalized program of murder. He had discovered in himself a certain measure of self-reliance, and a surprising quickness with a gun. He knew there was a great deal more to find out about Omega, Earth, and himself. He hoped he would live long enough to make the necessary discoveries.