"All right, all right, that's outside my department. You better see the boss."
"The boss? I thought you got rid of the bosses."
"We did, but now we got new ones."
"They any better than the old ones?"
"This guy asks too many questions," the man with the gun said. "Let's let Sozier answer 'em."
"Who's he?"
"He's the Military Governor of the City."
"Now we're getting somewhere," Retief said. "Lead the way, Jake—and don't forget my bag."
Sozier was a small man with thin hair oiled across a shiny scalp, prominent ears and eyes like coal chips set in rolls of fat. He glowered at Retief from behind a polished desk occupying the center of a spacious office.