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. Mistress Hardesty. Bill, she won't shoot you as long as
you cooperate. What happened to your last name?"
"I never had one. I was 'Bill Number Six' at the Holy Name Children's
Refuge. Dirtside, that is. New Orleans."
"I see. I begin to see. But what did it say on your passport when you came
here?"
"Didn't have one. Just a contractor's work card. It read 'William
No-Middle-Name Johnson.' But that was just what the labor recruiter wrote on it.
Look, she's wiggling that gun at me!"
"Then don't do anything to annoy her. You know how women are."
"I sure do! They ought not to be allowed to have firearms!"
"An interesting thought. Speaking of firearms- That one you were carrying:
I want to unload it but I'm afraid that it might explode in my hand. So we will
risk your hand instead. Without getting up, turn around so that your back is
toward Mistress Hardesty. I am going to push your zapgun to where you can reach
it. When I tell you to-not before!-you can take your hands down, unload it, then
again put your hands on your head. But listen closely to this:
"Mistress Hardesty, when Bill turns around, take a bead on his spine just
below his neck. If he makes one little suspicious move-kill him! Don't wait to
be told, don't give him a second chance, don't make it a flesh wound-kill him
instantly."
"With great pleasure. Senator!"
Bill let out a moan
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