The Stainless Steel Rat eBook Collection (120 page)

It was done with plenty of crashing glass, and I flipped in midair and landed on my shoulder and did a roll and came up on my feet, ready to run.

Looking right up the
barrel of a gaussrifle held by another silent and unsmiling man in gray. He scored zero as a conversationalist and for the moment I could think of nothing bright to say myself. Kraj’s voice came clearly
through the broken window behind me.

‘Take the girl to the prison camp, we have no further need for her. The rest of us will return with the spy. Be on guard constantly, you have seen what he can do.’

Not very much, I thought to myself in a sudden gloomy depression. Not very much at all. I had penetrated all right, and found out what I wanted to know, but I had not been able to get my information
out. Which made it useless. Worse than useless. Kraj might be able to turn my message to his own ends which I was sure were pretty nasty ones. This dark state of mind persisted while the rest of the doom-faced gray men surrounded me and trotted me off to a waiting truck. There was no chance at all to escape; they were very efficient with those guns.

It was a brief trip, though a remarkably uncomfortable
one. The vehicle was a captured Burada truck that must have been used for the transport of garbage or something worse. I was the only one who seemed bothered by the permeating smell. The gray neither commented on it nor took their eyes from me once during the trip. At least the vehicle was silent and smooth; it burned gas in a fuel cell to generate electricity – supplied to a separate
drive motor in each wheel. I considered desperate plans of ripping up one of the cables where it passed by my feet, or leaping out of the rear of the truck and so forth. None of this was much good and we reached our destination with our relative positions unchanged. At gunpoint I was herded into a commandeered building, into an empty room where, still at gunpoint, I was ordered to strip. With a portable
fluoroscope and cold probes, most humiliating, they removed all devices and gadgetry
from my person, then gave me new clothes.

These clothes were something else again. A single-piece overall made of soft and flexible plastic, they provided protection and warmth for the wearer. Yet they were ideal prison dress because they were completely transparent. This continual shielded-nakedness was certainly
not morale building and I began to have even more respect for the gray men. And everything done in silence despite my attempts at conversation. The final sartorial touch was a metal collar that locked around my neck. A cable ran from the collar to a box one of the gray men held. All of this had a very ominous look to it. My suspicions were justified when the others left with all of the weapons
and he faced me, box in hand.

‘I can do this,’ he said in a voice as gray as his garb and pressed a button on the box.

The thing I experienced next was quite unexpected and singularly painful. In a single instant I was blinded by exploding lights of a color and fury I had never seen before. Sound greater than sound filled my ears and every square inch of my skin burned with a fire as though
I had been dropped into an acid bath. These interesting things went on for a longer time than I really appreciated and then suddenly vanished as quickly as they had begun. Sight and hearing returned and I found myself lying on the floor with a sore spot on the back of my head where I had cracked it when I fell. It felt rather good just to lie there. That little box must generate neural currents on
selected frequencies. No need to torture the body when you can feed specific pain impulses into the nervous system.

‘Stand,’ my captor said, and I did rather quickly.

‘If you wish to convey the message that you can do that whenever you want, and right now you want me to behave – the message has been
received. But speak and I shall obey. I’ll be a good boy.’

For the time being. Until I found
a way to get out of this stainless steel rat trap. I trotted along docilely to another room where Kraj waited for me behind a large metal desk. The room was dusty and blank areas on the wall showed where pictures and pieces of furniture had been removed. The only new item, other than the desk, was a shining hook recently affixed in the ceiling. I was not at all surprised when the hook fitted into
a ring on the box and I was leashed, standing before my captor.

Kraj looked me up and down, examining me closely, a very easy thing to do considering the transparent condition of my clothing. I have never suffered from a nudity taboo so this did not bother me. It was the cold and unemotional look in his eyes that was more off-putting. At the present moment I was, to use the classical term, completely
at his mercy. I had no idea of what nastiness he had in mind for me and I determined to at least attempt to ameliorate it a bit.

‘What would you like to know?’ I asked.

‘A number of things, but that will come later.’

‘What’s wrong with now? Considering the state of modern hypnotic techniques, drug therapy and old-fashioned torture – like your nerve machine here – it is impossible to keep facts
from a determined interrogator. Therefore ask and I shall answer.’ What little I knew about the Special Corps he was welcome to. All of the locations of the bases were kept secret from us, undoubtedly with an interrogation like this in mind. I was surprised when he shook his head in a slow no.

‘You will give me the information later. First you must be convinced of the seriousness of my aims.
I intend to question you, then to enlist your services in our cause. Voluntarily. In order to convince you of this I must begin by saying you will not be
killed. Strong men face death bravely. It is an easy escape from their problems. You have no such escape.’

I was becoming less and less intrigued all the time by what he had to say. I had expected a rough questioning session, but he had bigger
things in mind. So I dropped the bantering tone and gave it to him straight.

‘Forget it. Face the fact that I do not like you or your organization or what you stand for, and I do not intend to change my mind. Even if I promise to aid you you can never be sure that I meant it – so let us not get involved in this sort of farcical position to begin with.’

‘Quite the contrary,’ he said, and touched
a button on his desk. The box above hummed and reeled in the thick wire pulling me upward until I had to stand on tiptoe in order to breathe, the collar biting into my neck. ‘Before I am through with you you will be begging me for the opportunity to cooperate and will cry when I do not permit it, until you reach the happiest moment in your life when you are at last granted your single wish. Let
me demonstrate one of our simpler but most convincing techniques.’

My feet vibrated with pain but I had to stay on my toes or I would have been strangled by the collar. Kraj rose and walked behind me where I could not see him – then seized both my wrists and pushed them down against the edge of the metal desk. The desk obliged him by snapping two cuffs about my wrists, clamping them there.

Not about my wrists, this isn’t exactly true, but about my lower arm, leaving my wrists and hands free. Not that I could do anything more than drum my fingertips on the tabletop. Kraj reappeared and bent to take something from a drawer in the desk.

It was an ax. A long handled, steel edged ax of a primitive and efficient sort that could be used to chop down trees. He took it
in both hands and
raised it high over his head.

‘What are you doing? Stop!’ I shouted in sudden fear, writhing in the metal embrace, unable to do anything except stare while he held the ax high for a moment. Then brought it down with a vicious, forceful chop.

I suppose I screamed when it hit, I must have, the pain was large and consuming.

As was the sight of my right hand severed from the wrist, lying unmoving
on the desk top, the spout of blood from my wrist pumping out and drenching it. The ax went up again and this time I am sure I shouted aloud, screamed, all the time it went up and flashed down and my left hand was severed like the right and my life’s blood spouted out all over the desk and ran down to the floor.

And through the pain and the terror that possessed me I was aware of Kraj’s face.
Smiling. Smiling for the first time.

Then I was unconscious. Blacking out, dying, I couldn’t tell. The world rushed away from me down a dark tunnel and I was left with the sensation of pain alone and then even that was gone.

When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor and a period of unmeasured time had gone by. My thoughts were thick with sleep or something else and I had to work to dredge
up the memory of what had happened. Only when the startling vision of my severed hands came to me clearly did I open my eyes and sit up, rubbing one hand with the other. They felt perfectly normal. What had happened?

‘Stand up,’ Kraj’s voice said, and I realized that I was sitting on the floor before his desk and that the collar was still in place about my neck with its wiring up to the device
on the ceiling. I stood, slowly, and looked at his clean desk. There was no blood.

‘I would have
sworn …’ I said and my voice died away as I saw the two great grooves in the metal top of the desk as though it had been hit twice with some heavy blade. Then I lifted my hands before my face and looked at my wrists.

Each wrist was circled by a red weal of healing flesh with the sharp red points
of removed stitches along the edges. Yet my hands felt as they always did. What had happened?

‘Are you beginning to understand what I mean?’ Kraj asked, once more seated behind the desk, his voice as gray as his clothing.

‘What did you do? You couldn’t have amputated my hands and sewed them back. I could tell, it would take time, you couldn’t …’ I realized that I was starting to babble and I
shut up.

‘You don’t believe it happened? Should I do it again?’

‘No!’ I said, almost shouting the word, drawing back from him. He nodded approvingly at this.

‘So the training begins. You have lost a little bit of reality. You do not know what happened – but you do know that you do not wish it to happen again. This is the way it will go. Eventually you will lose all touch with the reality you
have known all your life, and then will lose contact with the person you have been all your life. When you reach that state we will accept you as one of us. Then you will go into great detail about your Special Corps, not only racking your memory for crumbs of fact you may have missed, but in actively originating plans for their destruction.’

‘It won’t work,’ I said with a great deal more sincerity
than I really felt. ‘I am not alone. The Corps is onto you now and actively working against you, so that it is now just a matter of time before they pull the plug and all your little invasion schemes go down the drain.’

‘Quite the opposite,’ Kraj said, clasping
his hands together on the desk before him like a teacher about to lecture a class. ‘We have been aware of their attention for a long
time and have forestalled them at every turn. We have captured, tortured and killed a number of the Corps people to get information. We know that everything is geared to follow the lead of a field agent, such as yourself, and we have been waiting for one to come along. You have come, and we have you. It is that simple. You are the weapon with which we will destroy the Special Corps.’

He had me
half believing him. The plan he proposed sounded like a reasonable one and I put that thought away as fast as it arrived. I was going to have to stop agreeing with him, attack rather than defend.

‘That is very ambitious of you and I hope you don’t bite off more than you can chew. Aren’t you forgetting the hundreds of planets that support the league and what they can do to you when they find out
the kind of trouble you are causing?’

‘There are hundreds of planets only in theory, in reality they are just one after the other. We pluck them in that manner, they fall before us, we cannot be stopped, and the process is an accelerating one. As our empire expands we move faster and faster.’

‘And there is a limit to that speed,’ I broke in, trying to work a sneer into my words. ‘I know how
your invasion technique works. You don’t invade a planet until they have already
lost.
Isn’t that right?’

‘Perfectly correct.’ He nodded agreement and I rushed on.

‘You find a planet that is ripe for the picking with some dissident element in the population; there are people who would complain about paradise so you have no problem in finding a group on any world. Here on Burada it was the men,
the Konsolosluk
party. They were hot for male rule. You backed them with whatever they needed. Your underground operators supplied them with money, weapons, propaganda, all the essentials of a takeover – and it worked. And you asked nothing in return for all this aid, other than only a token resistance when the invasion began. Your agents saw to it that the armed forces surrendered after only
the briefest show of force. This invasion was won before it began! No wonder your military people aren’t used to taking losses.’

‘Very observant of you. This is exactly what we do, your analysis is a masterly description of the way in which we operate.’

‘Then I have you,’ I said happily.

‘On the contrary – we have you. You are the only one who knows about our techniques and you will never report
them to your superiors.’

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ I said with a bravado I did not feel.

‘Perhaps you do not know, but we do. We have intercepted the report you made and it will never be sent. They will wait in vain for any work from you and time will pass and soon it will be too late for them to do anything because we will move into phase two of our operation. With the many allies we have gained
by occupying planets with governments now friendly to us, we will have a considerable number of troops available to us. Mercenaries I believe they are called. They will be invasion troops and great numbers of them will be killed, but we will always win because our supply will be relatively inexhaustible. It presents an interesting picture, does it not?’

‘It will never work,’ I shouted, with the
sinking feeling at the same time that it would. ‘The Corps will stop you.’ How, with their only agent run to earth and trapped? I was having a hard job convincing myself and getting nowhere at all in convincing him.