No. Sudden rage surged through him.
"Dammit, let me see those papers! This is a fake! Somebody wants me out of the Service, that's all! Six months ago I had a perfect test!"
The clerk smoothly put the papers behind his back. "I'm sorry, regulations forbid—"
"To hell with regulations! I'm going to be thrown out, do you understand? I want to see those test results!"
"It's imposs—"
Kendall leaped.
The clerk went wide-eyed in astonishment as the burly spaceman sprang for him. He jumped back, and Kendall landed just before him. Kendall ripped a fist up from his knees and smashed it into the man's jaw, taking out all his fury and resentment on the harmless clerk. The pale man crumpled and sagged backward, mouthing stunned syllables.
Kendall hit him again and he fell.
"I want those papers!" He jumped forward atop the man, tried to turn him over, get the computer reports still clutched in the technician's hand. Blind rage swept over him. The clerk, dazed and near unconsciousness, hung on to them grimly.
Kendall felt hands dig into his shoulderblades.