Zorvash Pedrik
"We'll have to pick up the trail somewhere else," I said. "We better get moving."
When we reached the lobby, I phoned Ned Dearborn, my second in command. His blocky features filled the screen and his three-dimensional representation looked inquisitively at me.
I said: "Ned, get up here to the Grenada and pick up a neutrino generator in Room 706A. It was sitting on a note to me. It's harmless, but it's what the boys picked up on the detectors."
Ned smiled grimly. "Just a dummy, eh? Okay; I'll send up a squad right away. Anything else?"
"Better alert the local police," I told him. "Pick up any Damakoi that isn't known to us. In case you pick him up, get him as far away from the city as you can. Take him out and dunk him in the lake if you have to. Get a plane ready and set up a robopilot.
"Watch him closely. If he's carrying anything at all, shoot first and ask questions later. Got that?"
"Got it, Chief." His face faded from the screen.
Holdreth Khain looked agitated. "You say that the box on the table was radioactive? I might have been exposed!"