"I'd better be getting back." Alright, it's been nice talking to you. If you have any hot friends, tell 'em about me."I climbed back out her window. W...lking on the tree branch the second time around seemed a lot easier. It was getting late and I was getting tired.Back in my bedroom, the computer hummed in the corner. I never bothered to turn the machine off because it always took so long to load up. Since I didn't pay the electricity bills, I could afford to leave it on all the time. The moon. " There is one way to find out. Let me use my communicator for a minute ... Lars, I need another favor." Sure, Abe, what is it?" I have a new recruit to help me with my hunt. Please arrange for us both to be transported to headquarters." WHAT? You can't do that! All recruits have to be carefully screened and vetted before they can be brought into the Organization. NO! The answer is an absolute, unequivocal NO!" OK, in that case, I resign. Your precious Organization will just have to find. Well, virtually every last one of them. A few would need more practice . . . Especially those involving guys who were a lot less experienced than me.*****Enough of who I am (or aren’t), it’s time to cut to the chase. I got the call last Thursday evening. Jude was out, allegedly at “Chess club”. I believed that perhaps a shade more than I would have believed it if she’d said”Bible class”. At this point anyone who is into chess or religion should please excuse me, but neither fit in with the sort. ”Swybar turned. “The Type 7 have accepted my command codes. We have full access to the Bone Yard now.”The Kermac could not shake his uneasiness quite as fast. “Those are really Rama 7?”“Three of three hundred mothballed here. All fully operational, and as everything else here almost forgotten, but then I was in charge of logistics and Bone Yard depots were under my jurisdiction.”“We must find a way to get them off this planet.”The Kermac literally salivated, seeing himself carried by one of.