Jessup's twisted smile was gone now. All gone. Sharp and hard, he rapped, "Get him, Pfaff!"
The squat Security rep whipped out a pelgun.
Dane went flat on the ground in the same instant. Clawing out, he caught Pfaff's ankle and jerked the leg from under the thick body.
Pfaff crashed to the ground. Twisting, he fired a pellet.
It went wild. Before the Security rep could trigger off a second shot, Dane swung up a ten-pound chunk of broken masonry in both hands and brained him with it.
Jessup's voice echoed, shouting to the guard. The man-creature raced towards Dane and Nelva.
Wrenching the pelgun from Pfaff's dead hand, Dane shot for his new attacker's knees.
The guard spilled headlong; lay moaning.
Pelgun at the ready, Dane swung to Jessup.