"Aliens," he said thickly. "They probably murdered the original colony. You've come through nicely, lad. It may mean promotion." He turned into the ship. "Come on."
"Wait." Saxon's voice was a dry whisper. "You're not going to—"
"Demolition," Gant said. "I've got a task force up there that can crack a planet. Let's go, Commander."
I will not shrink from any cup of duty—
"Please," Saxon said huskily. "I don't believe they're inimical to Man. They're altruists."
"So?"
"They're benevolent," Saxon pleaded. "Both races can live together!"
"Don't be a fool," Gant grunted, and turned into the airlock.
Saxon leapt.
One palm came down hard at the base of the Director's skull.