"Things have happened fast to you, haven't they?" she said. She drew a tridim photo from a case and handed it to Harris. "This is your next victim. He goes under the name of Reynolds here. He's the second-in-command; first-in-command now, since Carver's dead."
Harris studied the photo. It showed the face of the bald-headed man who had inserted the subsonic beneath the skin of his thigh.
Tension mounted in him. He felt the faint rasp rasp rasp in his stomach that was the agreed-upon code; Carver, waiting nearby, wanted to know if he were having any trouble.
Casually Harris kneaded his side, activating the transmitter. The signal he sent out told Carver that nothing had happened yet, that everything was all right.
He handed the photo back to Beth.
"I'll take care of him," he said.
I press the neural nexus in the left hip and render them unconscious. Then I kill them with the disruptor and leave.
Very simple.
He looked at Beth and thought that in a few minutes she would lie dead, along with Coburn and the other two Medlins and these giants who claimed to be Earthmen. He tensed. His hand stole toward his hip.