Lundy fired the last shot in his gun.
The brutes might go away sometime, maybe. But unless they went within a very few minutes, it wasn't going to matter. Lundy's oxygen was getting low, and it was still a long way to the coast.
The voice from the net cried out, Let me free!
"The hell with you," said Lundy. He was tired. He was so tired he didn't care much whether he lived or died.
He made sure the net was fast to his belt, and tightly closed.
"If I live, you go back to Vhia with me. If I die—well, you won't be able to hurt anybody again. There'll be one less devil loose on Venus."
Free! Free! Free! I must be free! This heavy weight....
"Sure. Free to lead guys like Farrell into going crazy, and leaving their wives and kids. Free to kill...." He looked with sultry eyes at the net. "Jackie Smith was my pal. You think I'd let you go? You think anything you could do would make me let you go?"
Then he saw her.