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.We don't know who the hell the other guy is.An offworlder.No ID.Took a slug behind the ear.Clementine's old-time autograph.""Curious," Cassius said."Curious, my ass.We've got a little unofficial kind of deal here, friend.We don't bother Clementine.He behaves himself and doesn't scare the tourists.We pick up enough hookers and gamers to pacify the straight-lacers, and the judges release them on their own recognizance.Clementine pays their fines.They're part of what brings the tourists in, so everybody comes up happy.He stays away from the stardust and windowpane and other heavy stuff and we stay away from him.""A civilized arrangement." Cassius puttered with a toy steam shovel."Don't you think so, Mouse?"Mouse shrugged."Cassius," the officer said, "it's been four years since we've had a gang killing.There's no competition.Clementine keeps his people satisfied.So I get a friend come in doing a favor for a friend, and all of a sudden I've got bodies all over town.""I'm sorry, Karl.Honestly.I didn't expect it.I don't understand it.You're sure it's because of me?""That's the feedback I get.Some high-powered out-worlders don't like questions being asked.They're sending Clementine a message.""Who?""We don't know.Somebody important, I'd guess.From the Big Outfit.Maybe there's a meet on neutral ground.Nobody local would have the balls to push Clementine.He don't push.""Yeah.I see what you mean.Russell? How much for the shovel?""I'm scared, friend," said the policeman."Clementine is a peaceful guy.But when he gets riled he doesn't have sense enough to keep his head down.He'll fight.If it's the Big Outfit.Well, let's just say I like our arrangement.We get along.We don't have any trouble.We all know where we stand.If they move in."Something buzzed.The officer removed a handcomm from his pocket."Heller." He pressed the device to his ear.His face became grave.He put the comm away, considered Cassius momentarily."That's three more down, friend.Two of theirs and one of Clementine's.It's got to be the Big Outfit.One looked Sangaree."Cassius frowned.Mouse lost all interest in sleep.Baffled, he asked, "Sangaree? Cassius? Did we walk into something?""Sure as hell starting to look like it.Karl, I don't know what the hell is coming down.This isn't what we expected.We came looking for one thing and found something else.I'll talk to Clementine.I'll try to calm him down.""You do that.And keep in touch.I don't like this.I don't want those people in here." Heller downed his coffee in a single gulp, started away."Look out for yourself, friend.I don't want to scrape you up, too."Mouse and Cassius watched him go."What do you think?" Mouse asked.The boredom was gone.Sleepiness was forgotten.He was extremely uneasy."I think we'd better get back to the hotel and lay low.This doesn't look good."Cassius paused at the hotel desk."Suite Twelve," he said, requesting the key."Any messages?"Mouse leaned against the desk, watching the clerk hopefully.There might be something from his father.There wasn't.Nothing but a brief instelgram from the Fortress of Iron.Cassius read it aloud.Mouse watched a lean old man come off the street.He had seen the man outside, watching them come in.There had been something strange about his eyes."Cassius! Down!"He dove toward the nearest furniture, drawing a tiny, illegal weapon as he flew.Cassius tumbled the other way.Calmly, the old man opened fire.A hotel patron screamed, fell, writhed on the plush lobby carpeting.A bolt hit Mouse's protective couch.Smoke billowed.Cassius hit their attacker with his second shot.The old man did not go down.Wearing a mildly surprised expression, he kept hosing the lobby with beam fire from a military-type weapon.People screamed.Furniture burned.Alarms wailed.Diffused beams skipping off the mirrored walls made it impossible to see.Mouse gagged in the smoke, snapped a shot at the old man.His bolt singed the assassin's hair.He did not seem to notice.Cassius hit him again.He turned and walked out the door as if unharmed."Mouse," Cassius shouted, "call Heller.I'm going after him."Mouse placed the call and was outside in seconds.The old man lay on the sidewalk, curled in a fetal position, his weapon clutched to his chest.Cassius stood over him.He wore a puzzled look.Heller arrived almost before the crowds started gathering."What the hell, hey?" the policeman demanded."This man tried to kill us," Mouse babbled."Just walked in the hotel and started shooting."Cassius was kneeling now, studying the man's eyes."Karl.Look.I think it's one of them."Someone in the crowd said, "Hey.That's Cassius.The merc.""Crap," a companion replied.The word spread.Heller snarled at a uniformed officer, "Get this cleaned up before the news snoops show.Take the body down to the plant.Cassius, I've got to take you and your friend down.I can't take any more of this."Ten minutes later they were inside the police fortress.The street outside had filled with news people.The name Cassius had that effect
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