E for one session. He started for the door, then turned. "One thing," he
asked. "Just what do these savages--the grubbers--look like?" "How do I
know," Krannon snapped. "I trade with them, I don't make love to them.
If I ever saw one, I'd shoot him down on the spot." He flexed his
fingers and his gun jumped in and out of his hand as he said it. Jason
quietly let himself out. Lying on his bunk, resting his gravity-weary
body, he searched for a way to get Krannon to change the delivery date.
His millions of credits were worthless on this world without currency.
If the man couldn't be convinced, he had to be bribed. With what?
Jason's eyes touched the locker where his off-world clothing still hung,
and he had an idea. It was morning before he could return to the food
warehouse--and one day closer to his deadline. Krannon didn't bother to
look up from his work when Jason came in. "Do you want this?" Jason
asked, handing the outcast a flat gold case inset with a single large
diamond. Krannon grunted and turned it over in his hands. "A toy," he
said. "What is it good for?" "Well, when you press this button you get a
light." A flame appeared through a hole in the top. Krannon started to
hand it back. "What do I need a little fire for? Here, keep it." "Wait a
second," Jason said, "that's not all it does. When you press the jewel
in the center one of these comes out." A black pellet the size of his
fingernail dropped into his palm. "A grenade, made of solid ulranite.
Just squeeze it hard and throw. Three seconds later it explodes with
enough force to blast open this building." This time Krannon almost
smiled as he reached for the case. Destructive and death-d
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