“You didn’t have to do that,” he complained. I smiled as number four went the way of the others.

There was something to be admired in the efficient and quiet disposal of the enemy. It reminded me of a hunter I once worked with on a planet whose name I forget. He was a professional and very good at his job. He would go out at dawn when a flock of birds was going over and shoot the last bird in the flight. Then the next one and the next one. He could get four or five sometimes without the other birds even knowing what was happening. The same principle was being applied here in an equally professional way.

The system broke down with number four who thrashed a bit and drew the attention of one of the others, human beings being slightly smarter than birds after all. I waited until they had turned towards the disturbance then let the nearest gray man have it in the side of the neck with the edge of my hand. Fatigue weakened the blow so that he didn’t drop at once and I had to let him have a few more to quiet him. And while I worked I was aware of thuds and cut-off screams from the others.

When I straightened up I saw that Otrov and all but one of the gray men were dozing happily in a heap, while my rescuers put down the final one. He was a big bruiser and fought well, but he was outclassed and soon unconscious. Which was interesting because both of his attackers were women—dressed in skimpy and colorful Burada shifts and the high-heeled local shoes. The nearest one turned and I recognized Sergeant Taze and some of the pieces began to fall into place.

The other woman was smaller and quite neatly formed, with a figure I remembered and a face I could not forget. My wife.

“There, there,” Angelina said, patting me on one cheek and giving me a quick kiss on the other. “I hope you can run a bit, darling, because more of these thugs are on the way.” A projectile of some kind whined by to punctuate the statement.

“Run… “ I said hoarsely and staggered off, still not quite sure what had happened but at least still bright enough to not ask any questions. Taze put her arm around me, getting me going in the right direction and pulling me along, while my Angelina relieved me of the weight of box and cable. We rushed away like that and I’m sure we made a charming sight, me in my transparent coveralls and the girls in their neat little frocks, except no one was on the street to appreciate the scene.

“Keep going!” Taze shouted as she dragged me around a corner. There were explosions close behind us. I ignored everything except putting one foot in front of the other as fast as I could and wondered just how long I would last.

Taze seemed to know what she was doing. Before we had gone very far in this new direction she turned, half carried me up a few steps and into a building. She threw the bolts on the heavy door and we staggered on, a little slower now, through deserted offices of some kind, to the rear where the windows faced on a courtyard. There was a good sized drop here and Taze went first, lithe as a big cat, then helped me down with Angelina lowering from above. I was as putty in their hands, and a very nice sensation it was too. Taze ran ahead to open a large door. Inside was a Cliaand command car with a general’s flag still flying from the antenna.

“That’s more like it,” I said, walking over on rubbery legs.

“In the back you two,” Taze ordered, pulling on a military jacket and pushing her hair up under a Cliaand helmet. I did not ask what had happened to the original owner. Angelina was right behind me when I crawled into the back and collapsed on the floor, snuggling her warm round curves up against me. I felt very comfortable as the car bounced forward. I enjoyed a good hug and a kiss before I could get in any questions.

“Your figure has improved,” I managed to gasp when I came up for air.

“You’ll be so happy to know that you are now the proud father of twins. Both boys. With big mouths and hearty appetites like their father. I’ve named them James and Bolivar after you.”

“Anything you say, my sweet. I suppose you would not mind telling me how you came to be here at this most opportune moment?”

“I came to take care of you, and as you can see I was right.”

“Yes, of course,” I said, and nodded dimly at this fine bit of female logic. “Mechanically, I mean. The last I saw you were headed for the hospital with a bulge in your midriff and the light of motherhood in your eyes.”

“Well that all worked out fine as I’ve told you, weren’t you listening? Then I heard that these filthy Cliaand people were off to invade another planet and that you were probably taking part in the invasion.”

“Inskipp told you all this?”

“Of course not!” She sniffed delicately at the thought. “I broke into his files and found the records. He was very angry but did not try to stop me when I came here with the follow-up team. I imagine he knew better than to interfere. In fact he promised to keep an eye on the nurse and the children for me. We went into orbit, received the message and I came down, that’s about all there is to it. Let me try this lockpick on that horrid collar thing you’re wearing. I don’t know why you ever let them treat you like this.”

“There are one or two gaps in your story,” I insisted. “Like what message?”

“My message,” Taze said, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping while she drove. “You forget that I am a sergeant in the Guard and I had seen the message you prepared, the one they took away. So of course I had memorized it as well as the radio frequencies. Those swine took me to a prison camp for civilians so I left it that same night.” Taze was quite sure of herself and, looking back at the record, I realized she had cause to be.

“I came down in a scout ship as soon as the call was heard.” Angelina diddled with the lockpick while she talked. “I had to shoot my way in which certainly was not hard to do. For galaxy conquerors these people are very indifferent pilots. Then I met Taze.” Angelina touched her lips to my ear and hissed coldly. “How well do you know this girl?” She twisted the collar at the same time.

“Just met her that once.” I gasped, and the pressure let off. “Not my type at all.”

“You like them buxom like that, don’t lie to me Jim diGriz.”

I blinked rapidly and tried to restore the conversation to its original direction.

“But then, how did you find me? What did you do?”

“Simple enough.” There was a click and the collar snapped open. I rubbed my sore neck with relief. ’ “There is only one building where these men in gray uniforms operate. We watched it, trying to find a way in. Our only trouble was the soldiers, trying to pick us up all the time. But we extracted information from them. And this car.”

I had a vision of these two murderous curies slowly decimating the Cliaandian invasion with their own secret weapons, and knew enough not to ask about the fate of the driver and his friends.

“Now tell us what happened to you,” Angelina said, and snuggled down to hear a good story. “I’m dying to find out what this thing is they had on your neck and why in heaven you are wearing that awful transparent suit.”

I told them all right, and was rewarded with a number of girlish gasps, and at least one screech when I got to the wrist part. Taze even stopped the car so she could look at the scars too. After that they listened in cold-eyed stillness and I almost felt sorry for any of the gray men they might meet in the future. By the time I had finished my fascinating and slightly repulsive story we had arrived at wherever we were going. A wide door opened at our approach and closed behind us. Other girls were there, well armed and attractive for the most part, and I wondered how the Konsolosluk party had ever managed to muster up a resistance to a government like this. Thank the Cliaandians for that. When it comes to governments and armies I’m pretty much of an anarchist and think least is best in both departments. But if you have to have them it sure helps if they are pretty. I shook my head, realizing that my thoughts still hadn’t a firm grip on reality, and let myself be led to a room where there was a very enticing army cot. I dropped onto it.