The guard's hand darted toward the holster at his side, but he didn't have a chance. Spike's gun flared briefly and the guard slumped.
Scarcely glancing at the body, Spike lifted a space suit from its hanger, donned it, and stepped out to the port. Inside the port, he closed the inner lock behind him, spun the outer lock. It swung open and Spike stepped outside.
In great, soaring leaps, thankful for the lesser gravity, he hurried away. To the east he saw the shining dome of Satellite City. To the northwest loomed the dark, shadow-blackened hills.
Spike disappeared toward the hills.
III
Senator Sherman Brown was happy. Also slightly drunk.
He had eluded Izzy Newman and now here he was, squatting on the floor in the Jupiter Lantern, one of the noisiest night clubs in all of Satellite City, taking pictures of two old veterans engaged in an argument over the Battle of Ganymede.
A crowd had gathered to take in the argument. It was one that stirred imagination and there was always a chance it might develop into a fight.
Senator Brown plastered the view-finder of his candid camera against his eye and worked joyfully.
Here was a series of pictures that would do justice to his albums.