He knew he was asking for trouble. He expected trouble, and the knowledge was strangely exhilarating. After all, there was nothing wrong in breaking the law on Omega--as long as you could get away with it. * * * * * Within a month, he had a chance to test his decision. Walking to his shop one day, a man shoved against him in a crowd. Barrent moved away, and the man grabbed him by a shoulder and pulled him around. "Who do you think you're pushing?" the man asked. He was short and stocky. His clothes indicated Privileged Citizen's rank. Five silver stars on his gunbelt showed his number of authorized kills. "I didn't push you," Barrent said. "You lie, you _mutant-lover_." The crowd became silent when they heard the deadly insult. Barrent backed away, waiting. The man went for his sidearm in a quick, artistic draw. But Barrent's needlebeam was out a full half-second before the man's weapon had cleared his holster. He drilled the man neatly between the eyes; then, sensing movement behind him, he swung around. Two Privileged Citizens were drawing heat guns. Barrent fired, aiming automatically, dodging behind the protection of a shop front. The men crumpled. The wooden front buckled under the impact of a projectile weapon and splinters slashed his hand. Barrent saw a fourth man firing at him from an alley. He brought the man down with two shots. And that was that. In the space of a few seconds, he had killed four men. Although he didn't think of himself as having a murderer's mentality, Barrent was pleased and elated. He had fired only in self-defense. He had given the status-seekers something to think about; they wouldn't be so quick to gun for him next time. Quite possibly they would concentrate on easier targets and leave him alone. When he returned to his shop, he found Joe waiting for him. The little credit thief had a sour look on his face. He said, "I saw your fancy gun-work today. Very pretty." "Thank you," Barrent said. "Do you think that sort of thing will help you? Do you think you can just go on breaking the law?" "I'm getting away with it," Barrent said. "Sure. But how long do you think you can keep it up?" "As long as I have to." "Not a chance," Joe said. "_Nobody_ keeps on breaking the law and getting away with it. Only suckers believe that." "They'd better send some good men after me," Barrent said, reloading his needlebeam. "That's not how it'll happen," Joe said. "Believe me, Will, there's no counting the ways they have of getting you. Once the law decides to move, there'll be nothing you can do to stop it. And don't expect any help from that girl friend of yours, either." "Do you know her?" Barrent asked. "I know everybody," Joe said moodily. "I've got friends in the government. I know that people have had about enough of you. Listen to me, Will. Do you want to end up dead?" Barrent shook his head. "Joe, can you visit Moera? Do you know how to reach her?"