“Flowers?” said Heller.

“The yellow ones in the fields near the road are sunflowers. They are huge. They produce a vast number of seeds in the center which people love to eat. It’s a food crop.”

“Wow,” he said. “There’s enough square miles of them! But what are those smaller ones in the other fields? The ones with various colored petals, dark centers and gray-green leaves?”

He was looking at Papaver somniferum, the opium poppies, the stuff of deadly sleep and dreams, the source of heroin — the real reason the Apparatus had this base. He was too close for comfort. Afyon is the opium growing center of Turkey, perhaps the world.

“They sell them in the flower markets,” I lied. He was such a child at a game he didn’t know. “Now, what I wanted to point out was the actual base. Pull that view wider. Good. Now draw a line from that lake there. Got it? Through Afyonkarahisar. Now, right on that line is a mountain. Got it?”

He had. I continued, “The top of that mountain is an electronic simulation. It doesn’t exist. But the wave scanners they use on this planet — and any they will develop — react on it normally. You just land straight through it and you are into our hangars.”

“Pretty good,” he said.

“It’s quite old, really,” I said. “Rock disintegrator crews came in here several decades ago from Voltar and built it and the subterranean base. It’s quite extensive. Last year we enlarged it.”

He seemed impressed, so I said, “Yes, I had a hand in its extension. I added a lot of burrows and twists and turns. You can emerge in several places quite unexpectedly. But I had a real master to work from.” “Oh?” he said.

I checked myself. I had almost said Bugs Bunny. He wouldn’t understand. I hurried on. “Center in on that mountain and nearby you will see a satellite tracking station. Got it? Good. Now, at the end of that canyon, you see that square block building? Good. That’s the International Agricultural Training Center for Peasants. All right, now do you see that new earth there in the north of the canyon? That is an archaeological dig in an old Phrygian tomb and those houses around it are where the scientists live.”

“Well?” he said.

I wanted to startle him. He wasn’t the only bright one in the universe. “The satellite engineers, the whole school staff, all the scientists at the dig — they’re all us!” “Well, I never! Really?”

I knew I had him. “Turkey is so crazy to get modernized, has been for over half a century, that a lot of our work is even state and internationally funded by Earth!” “But how do you get papers? Identoplates and so on?” “Listen, these are very primitive people. They breed heavily. They have disease and babies die. Typical riffraff. So for over half a century, when a baby is born, we’ve made sure the birth is registered. But when it dies, we’ve made sure the death isn’t registered. The officials are corrupt. That gives us tons of birth certificates, more than we could ever hope to use.

“Also, the country is waist-deep in poverty and workers go abroad by the hundreds of thousands and they register overseas and this even gives us foreign passports. “Once in a while — they have a thing called the draft for the Army — one of our birth certificates gets drafted. So an Apparatus guardsman answers the call and does his tour in the Turkish army. The Turkish army runs the country so we even have officers in Istanbul. Naturally, we choose people who look somewhat like Turks but this country has dozens of races in it so who notices?”

“Brilliant,” said Heller. And, in fact, he was impressed. “Then we kind of own this little piece of the planet.”

“Pretty much,” I said.

“I wish you controlled some of the Caucasus,” he said. “I’d really like to look it over.”

He was hopeless. I smiled indulgently. “Well, tonight we’ll be groundside and you can catch a ride into Afyon and look over our little empire anyway.” I wanted to really test those bugs that Prahd had implanted in him.

“Good,” he said. “Thanks for the conducted tour. I really appreciate it.”

We almost parted friends. On his side, anyway. The poor sap. He might be an expert in his own field. But not in mine. I really had him where I wanted him, over a score of light-years from home and friends and into an area we controlled. He had no Fleet pals here! And I had friends by the thousands!

He might as well get used to Earth. He would never leave it, even if I let him live!

We slipped down secretly through the darkness toward our base on Planet Earth. I had formulated my instructions. I had them all ready to issue the moment we landed.

That afternoon, I had taken time to think it all over and review policy.

It is a sound maxim in covert operations that when you find you are acting on the orders of an insane person, you take complete stock of your own position in the mess. I had found that, without any slightest doubt, Lom-bar Hisst was a paranoid schizophrenic, compounded by pronounced megalomania, confirmed by aural hallucinations, complicated by probable heroin addiction and consolidated with a consumption of amphetamines: in other words, stark, staring mad. Nuts. Executing any of his commands could be very dangerous.

So I did a little resume of position. I even did it in the proper resume form. I wrote:

1. Lombar Hisst needed drugs on Voltar to undermine and overthrow the Voltar government and take power.

1-a. Blito-P3 was the only known source of such drugs.

1-b. The Earth base existed to keep the drugs coming.

2. Delbert John Rockecenter, by nominee, ownership and other means, controlled the pharmaceutical companies of the planet.

2-a. Delbert John Rockecenter, through his banks and another means, controlled, amongst the rest, the Government of Turkey.

2-b. Delbert John Rockecenter’s wealth depended upon oil and the control of all Earth’s energy sources.

2-c. Delbert John Rockecenter could go broke if anyone monkeyed with his energy monopoly.

2-d. Conclusion of 2: If the pharmaceutical monopoly passed into other, less criminal hands, we could be out on our stinking ear!

3. From the viewpoint of Earth, Jettero Heller’s presence here would be extremely beneficial.

3-a. Earth would have cheap and abundant fuel.

3-b. As economic stresses are caused by scarce fuel, then Heller’s technical assistance would, as a side benefit, abruptly end the raging inflation and bring about wide prosperity.

3-c. If Heller changed the fuel type, the air would clean up.

3-d. If Heller did not succeed, the planet would be liable to self-destruct from pollution.

3-e. If word got to the Grand Council that Heller had failed, it would launch an immediate and bloody invasion, costly to Voltar and fatal to Earth, just to prevent the present inhabitants from rendering the target worthless with their filthy housekeeping.

3-f. If Heller succeeded, the threatened invasion would go back on schedule to be undertaken a hundred years from now per the original Invasion Timetable.

3-g. In a hundred years, during which it had abundant and practical fuel, the planet could probably raise itself to a higher technological level and the type of “invasion” Earth would experience then is known as a “PC Type Invasion,” meaning “Peaceful Cooperation” wherein Voltar would just want some bases and would minimally interfere in the planet’s internal affairs. There would be no blood or destruction and everybody would be happy.

3-h. Jettero Heller’s presence on Earth was a Godsend both to Earth and Voltar.

4. Soltan Gris had evidence that Lombar Hisst had put an unknown assassin close to one Soltan Gris.

4-a. If said Soltan Gris did not carry out the orders of said Lombar Hisst, said assassin would emphatically terminate the life of said Soltan Gris with malice aforethought and ferocity!