"Quick! Kill it!" Tabak screamed. "Kill it before it sends out a call for help!"
The creature was obviously puzzled, unable to understand why the two humans failed to respond to its control.
Jupiter shot it squarely between the eyes.
The hollow, pointed bullet, blew away the entire back of its head. It slumped into a quivering heap. A pool of thin, pinkish blood made an ever-widening stain on the floor.
"The cat's out of the bag now," he said in a tight voice.
Tabak nodded.
"There's a guard at the door. You'll have to kill him, Jupiter, before we can get out of here. I only hope you're as good as you think you are."
Jupiter took a short length of strong plastic cord from his pack, made a loop in it. His face looked older, grimmer. His vivid green eyes were dull.
"Where is he stationed?" he said.