"Well, will you let me through?"
"That depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you're the guy we're looking for or not."
"Nine minutes," Ker-jon said; "it's important that I'm on time."
"Have you got a name, friend?"
"Bio-tech first class Ker-jon, hydroponics division."
"Ker-jon, eh? Come with us."
One policeman eased a needle-gun from his belt, the other wrapped a big hand around Ker-jon's elbow. "Come on."
