Savage went to the bedroom and found beside the fresh uniform a belted holster containing a larger version of the needle gun he still wore. As he hefted it the reason for his presence on Trygon II came to him again, and he thought about Loong.
By training and instinct he should have hated him and all Trygonians for what they had done to his people, but he found it a hard struggle to achieve that feeling. He liked and somehow trusted Loong and at the same time he still wanted freedom for Terra. Still pondering the problem he dressed quickly, not neglecting to buckle on the gun, and returned to the living room.
A food laden table awaited him. Loong poured drinks as he entered and gave him one.
"What is your theory?" Loong asked.
"It's not definite yet. I'll tell you when it is."
"Very well," replied Loong. "I want to apologize again for last night."
"I'd have done the same thing," Savage said.
They ate quickly and in silence. When they were through, Loong declared:
"You're in for a treat tonight. I have reservations at the Club Galaxy."
"Oh?" said Savage with polite interest. He had seen or heard the name somewhere, but it meant nothing to him.