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.The IPF kept a fewof these establishments on every world just for these occasions.They were also the hubs for the surveillance of the local crimeelement that the IPF used to keep watch over the planet.The localgovernors and law enforcement did not know of their existencethanks to yet another Dark Room trick.Silver could also trust thelinks at these hotels not to be tapped or rerouted.All the IPFhardware was usually hidden in a room in the basement.Arepresentative of the Dark Room would have been assigned here towatch over the planet and the various gangs at work.He saw thesign, Hidden Light Inn, and went in.105 At the front desk, they already had a room for him and he was alsogiven the access codes to the basement.After he left his bag in hisroom, he came down to meet the local man in charge of the IPFagency here at the hotel.He walked down to the door at the foot ofthe stairs and punched in the codes as well as gave a verbalpassword.The door clicked open and he went in.Inside, the man in charge turned out to be a woman.He came up toher sitting at her desk where she was surrounded by the variousmonitors and links that enabled her to keep in contact with the IPFhome office.She turned in her chair and faced Silver. Well, well, she drawled. A wayward traveler caught in my web.Welcome, Agent Silver. She didn t bother to give the IPF salute. Thank you for your help today, Agent& Silver smiled at thewoman.She was young and looked only about 75 but not morethan 90 to be sure, he thought.Her dark hair was tied back inofficial IPF style and stretched down her back to just over themidpoint of her slender torso.She was dressed in the usual colorsof the IPF, black.But, Silver thought, it suited her somehow. Agent Kaleena, at your service. She was smoking one of the local brands of cigarettes and theroom smelled like a vanilla candy store from the aroma of thecigarette.Silver could already sense that she was exceptionallysmart.Her penetrating eyes were slightly glowing the green ofsomeone who had been born on a dark world.Her completelywhite skin served to frame her uniform and the absolute darknessof her hair.Silver knew that her skin would never see the directlight of any sun.The flashing monitors gave her an otherworldlyand almost alien appearance.She appeared as a dark angel come tolife.The room was dark to Silver, but to her it was just a little too106 bright.That was why she had gotten this assignment mostprobably.She put out the cigarette and it vanished into the ashtray.It left noresidual. So nice to get some company for a change around here.Even if itis just another, uh, Company person.But, she looked Silver upand down. I guess I could have done worse. Silver found himself smiling.Of course she was flirting with him,but Silver knew that was just part of her persona. What do we know, Agent Kaleena? Silver sat down in front ofher.Something was wrong, however.Silver would have usuallyenjoyed flirting with such an attractive and exotic woman.Now,after the other night at the station, he found that there wassomething holding him back.Something at the edge of hisconsciousness.Something& Oh, straight to business is it? She interrupted his thoughts. I hadhopes you would tell me some stories about what is going onupstairs and the latest Company gossip.I don t get much news outhere, you know. How long have you been here, Silver asked as his mind cameback to this planet. How long? Longer than you have been wearing that get up, I llwager.They simply must do something about the wardrobe thesedays, don t you think? No straight answers.Silver knew these Dark Room types betterthan they thought.He thought to himself that she was probably oneof those in the Dark Room that had been trained to outwitcomputers.They played games with the most sophisticatedcomputers and tried to beat them at various tasks.This woman was107 probably already three steps ahead of the people she was here towatch. I have been here long enough to be completely bored by these socalled criminal enterprises on this silly planet.Although I like theweather, I am, shall we say, proven right, more times than I canstand.I would like to have just one rival worthy of my attentions. Her eyes flashed green and accented her mischievous smile.Silverwondered if everyone got this treatment.She could very well berunning an experiment on him, he thought, and kept things on abusiness tone. Perhaps that rival has appeared, he said. A vigilante must besomething new in these parts. Oh, she sighed, that.Well, I must tell you, Mr.Silver, that Ihave already calculated a few things about this mystery person. She leaned back in her chair luxuriously. I glanced at the report sent to me by our illustrious leaders, Silver knew she could probably recite it word for word, and haveconcluded, especially in light of recent events, that our hero isprobably ex military personnel from some Special Assault Team.Therefore, this person should be easy to identify. How do you know that? Simple, Agent Silver, she emphasized agent. This last incidentis once again the work of a trained shock trooper.Who else knowshow to control a poisoned weapon? Who else knows where to getammunition for such a weapon? I had thought of that, Silver said. Well, I am happy that we are seeing eye to eye, as it were.I,however, am not convinced that this person is acting alone. Why do you say that? She grinned at Silver and put on a pair of dark glasses.She thentouched a key on her desk and the entire wall behind her lit up as108 one large display screen.Silver adjusted his eyes and she went towork. Mr.Silver, ships and travel are expensive.And we have thesetravel costs plus the costs associated with said weapons.The costof the weapons alone would be prohibitive to anyone but aprofessional.Your friend Gran forwarded his thoughts to Base andthey sent me a copy.I tend to agree with his opinion that weshould begin any search on systems that have minimal lawenforcement.Unfortunately for us, records and reasons fordischarge from those services are confidential and we are goingthrough those channels as fast as we can to get them released.Ofcourse, the weapons in question could have been, shall we say,liberated along the way from victims.I doubt this.This personlearned to use these weapons and is using them with precision.Poisoned projectiles? Is that really necessary? That is for heavyassault at long range if I remember my academy days. She lookeddown her nose at Silver and said, and I do. Silver suppressed a grin. This is meant to send a message, she went on. Stirring up thewornish nest. Worni were horrible little creatures that infestedlogging camps on several forest worlds.They loved freshly cuttimber and burrowed into stacks of wood during the night time.After several days, or worse, months of nesting in the timber, theyproduced quite a hive.When the unsuspecting workers came toload that particular pile of timber, they were viciously attacked bya swarm of five inch long flying rodents with poisonous claws andteeth so filthy that one bite could make a person faint.The stinkalone was usually enough drive most workers away.Unfortunatelyfor the logging industry, worni were stout little things and hadmigrated to most of the forest worlds in the holds of cargo ships.Now they were on most planets and adapting very nicely.109 I tend to agree, Silver intoned. These guns are over the top.There is no need for all that power. This last incident has convinced me. 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.The IPF kept a fewof these establishments on every world just for these occasions.They were also the hubs for the surveillance of the local crimeelement that the IPF used to keep watch over the planet.The localgovernors and law enforcement did not know of their existencethanks to yet another Dark Room trick.Silver could also trust thelinks at these hotels not to be tapped or rerouted.All the IPFhardware was usually hidden in a room in the basement.Arepresentative of the Dark Room would have been assigned here towatch over the planet and the various gangs at work.He saw thesign, Hidden Light Inn, and went in.105 At the front desk, they already had a room for him and he was alsogiven the access codes to the basement.After he left his bag in hisroom, he came down to meet the local man in charge of the IPFagency here at the hotel.He walked down to the door at the foot ofthe stairs and punched in the codes as well as gave a verbalpassword.The door clicked open and he went in.Inside, the man in charge turned out to be a woman.He came up toher sitting at her desk where she was surrounded by the variousmonitors and links that enabled her to keep in contact with the IPFhome office.She turned in her chair and faced Silver. Well, well, she drawled. A wayward traveler caught in my web.Welcome, Agent Silver. She didn t bother to give the IPF salute. Thank you for your help today, Agent& Silver smiled at thewoman.She was young and looked only about 75 but not morethan 90 to be sure, he thought.Her dark hair was tied back inofficial IPF style and stretched down her back to just over themidpoint of her slender torso.She was dressed in the usual colorsof the IPF, black.But, Silver thought, it suited her somehow. Agent Kaleena, at your service. She was smoking one of the local brands of cigarettes and theroom smelled like a vanilla candy store from the aroma of thecigarette.Silver could already sense that she was exceptionallysmart.Her penetrating eyes were slightly glowing the green ofsomeone who had been born on a dark world.Her completelywhite skin served to frame her uniform and the absolute darknessof her hair.Silver knew that her skin would never see the directlight of any sun.The flashing monitors gave her an otherworldlyand almost alien appearance.She appeared as a dark angel come tolife.The room was dark to Silver, but to her it was just a little too106 bright.That was why she had gotten this assignment mostprobably.She put out the cigarette and it vanished into the ashtray.It left noresidual. So nice to get some company for a change around here.Even if itis just another, uh, Company person.But, she looked Silver upand down. I guess I could have done worse. Silver found himself smiling.Of course she was flirting with him,but Silver knew that was just part of her persona. What do we know, Agent Kaleena? Silver sat down in front ofher.Something was wrong, however.Silver would have usuallyenjoyed flirting with such an attractive and exotic woman.Now,after the other night at the station, he found that there wassomething holding him back.Something at the edge of hisconsciousness.Something& Oh, straight to business is it? She interrupted his thoughts. I hadhopes you would tell me some stories about what is going onupstairs and the latest Company gossip.I don t get much news outhere, you know. How long have you been here, Silver asked as his mind cameback to this planet. How long? Longer than you have been wearing that get up, I llwager.They simply must do something about the wardrobe thesedays, don t you think? No straight answers.Silver knew these Dark Room types betterthan they thought.He thought to himself that she was probably oneof those in the Dark Room that had been trained to outwitcomputers.They played games with the most sophisticatedcomputers and tried to beat them at various tasks.This woman was107 probably already three steps ahead of the people she was here towatch. I have been here long enough to be completely bored by these socalled criminal enterprises on this silly planet.Although I like theweather, I am, shall we say, proven right, more times than I canstand.I would like to have just one rival worthy of my attentions. Her eyes flashed green and accented her mischievous smile.Silverwondered if everyone got this treatment.She could very well berunning an experiment on him, he thought, and kept things on abusiness tone. Perhaps that rival has appeared, he said. A vigilante must besomething new in these parts. Oh, she sighed, that.Well, I must tell you, Mr.Silver, that Ihave already calculated a few things about this mystery person. She leaned back in her chair luxuriously. I glanced at the report sent to me by our illustrious leaders, Silver knew she could probably recite it word for word, and haveconcluded, especially in light of recent events, that our hero isprobably ex military personnel from some Special Assault Team.Therefore, this person should be easy to identify. How do you know that? Simple, Agent Silver, she emphasized agent. This last incidentis once again the work of a trained shock trooper.Who else knowshow to control a poisoned weapon? Who else knows where to getammunition for such a weapon? I had thought of that, Silver said. Well, I am happy that we are seeing eye to eye, as it were.I,however, am not convinced that this person is acting alone. Why do you say that? She grinned at Silver and put on a pair of dark glasses.She thentouched a key on her desk and the entire wall behind her lit up as108 one large display screen.Silver adjusted his eyes and she went towork. Mr.Silver, ships and travel are expensive.And we have thesetravel costs plus the costs associated with said weapons.The costof the weapons alone would be prohibitive to anyone but aprofessional.Your friend Gran forwarded his thoughts to Base andthey sent me a copy.I tend to agree with his opinion that weshould begin any search on systems that have minimal lawenforcement.Unfortunately for us, records and reasons fordischarge from those services are confidential and we are goingthrough those channels as fast as we can to get them released.Ofcourse, the weapons in question could have been, shall we say,liberated along the way from victims.I doubt this.This personlearned to use these weapons and is using them with precision.Poisoned projectiles? Is that really necessary? That is for heavyassault at long range if I remember my academy days. She lookeddown her nose at Silver and said, and I do. Silver suppressed a grin. This is meant to send a message, she went on. Stirring up thewornish nest. Worni were horrible little creatures that infestedlogging camps on several forest worlds.They loved freshly cuttimber and burrowed into stacks of wood during the night time.After several days, or worse, months of nesting in the timber, theyproduced quite a hive.When the unsuspecting workers came toload that particular pile of timber, they were viciously attacked bya swarm of five inch long flying rodents with poisonous claws andteeth so filthy that one bite could make a person faint.The stinkalone was usually enough drive most workers away.Unfortunatelyfor the logging industry, worni were stout little things and hadmigrated to most of the forest worlds in the holds of cargo ships.Now they were on most planets and adapting very nicely.109 I tend to agree, Silver intoned. These guns are over the top.There is no need for all that power. This last incident has convinced me. 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