Prule drew himself up with great dignity.
"Agent Kunklin, we must look after them all. There must be no more killing. First the satellite, then the trucks, then the helicopter—"
"Was there a helicopter?"
"Yes. I was too late to save it. Although I did remove the small Faktor ship that destroyed it."
Kunklin brooded.
"Well now, really, it's about time we did something, don't you think?" Prule said.
Kunklin nodded.
"Yes. Unfortunately, there is only one thing we can do."
"Use the Earthman? Um. I had expected that."
"What other course is there? They think he's a Galactic. They'll try to get him in any way possible, to stop a patrol ship from arriving on the scene. And we, already here, have no way of knowing where on this planet they are, where they've cached their—uh—spoils. Hence we must follow the Earthman."