"And I kill them when they're unconscious?"
"Exactly," Carver said. "You can't be humane with Medlins. It's like being humane with bloodsucking bats or with snakes."
The Darruui called McDermott said, "We'll wait outside until we get the signal that you've done the job. If you need help, just let us know."
Harris moistened his lips and nodded. "It sounds all right."
Carver said, "Reynolds, insert the subsonic."
The bald man produced a small metal pellet the size of a tiny bead, from which three tantalum filaments projected. He indicated to Harris that he should roll up his trousers to the thigh.
Instead, Harris dropped them. Reynolds drew a scalpel from somewhere and lifted the flap of nerveless flesh that served as trapdoor to the network of devices underneath. With steady, unquivering fingers, he affixed the bead to the minute wires already set in Harris' leg, and closed the wound with nuplast.
Carver said, "You activate it by pressing against the left-hip neural nexus. It's self-shielding for a distance of three feet around you, so make sure none of your victims are any closer than that."
"It radiates a pretty potent subsonic," Reynolds said. "Guaranteed knockout for a radius of forty feet."
"Suppose the Medlins are shielded against subsonics?" Harris asked.