"You know Mr. Bareen," Jansen said, smiling. "Impulsive."
"Is he? I guess I wouldn't know."
"Look. Ordinarily I wouldn't mind passing the time of day with you, but I'm not supposed to let Bareen out of my sight. So if you'll just tell me where he is...."
"Show me."
"What did you say?" Jansen asked with a sickening realization of what the guard wanted.
"You say you're his bodyguard. Show me."
Jansen swung his fist in a quick, blurring arc and hit the man. He felt the pain of good contact and the man went over on his back, striking the ground hard. Jansen knelt quickly by his side: he was breathing normally. Quickly Jansen searched him and found a small hand-blaster. He pocketed it and got up, dragging the unconscious man into an alcove which housed an inter-office communications system. On impulse, Jansen picked up the microphone and said: