Tyko stopped. He was looking into the muzzle of a blaster.
"I don't understand," he quavered.
"My people are the Wildings. We don't want any of your kind of governments," Thorsan said slowly. "With you out of the way, nothing can stop the revolution. I regret the necessity."
From the open doorway, Heydrick fired. The paralysis needle bit deep in Thorsan's neck. He crumpled silently.
Heydrick and Ria stood before Tyko.
"I see you've completed your mission," the old man said. He frowned as Heydrick put his arm around Ria.
Heydrick laughed. "When Thorsan comes out of it, give him scopolamine. He'll tell you who did kill Feyjak."
"I suppose you want my blessing? You have it."
"How's your war coming?"
"It's over by now. Nasty business, government. What are you going to do?"