He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the telephone and dialed.
“Emotional Catharsis Bureau, Information Section,” a man’s voice answered.
“Say, look,” Frelaine said. “I just got my notification and I pulled a girl. Is that in order?” He gave the clerk the girl’s name.
“It’s all in order, sir,” the clerk replied after a minute of checking micro-files. “The girl registered with the board under her own free will. The law says she has the same rights and privileges as a man.”
“Could you tell me how many kills she has?”
“I’m sorry, sir. The only information you’re allowed is the victim’s legal status and the descriptive data you have received.”
“I see.” Frelaine paused. “Could I draw another?”
“You can refuse the hunt, of course. That is your legal right. But you will not be allowed another Victim until you have served. Do you wish to refuse?”
“Oh, no,” Frelaine said hastily. “I was just wondering. Thank you.”