Ben Bova – Dueling Machine. Part four

“You ruined my flowers,” she said to Hector. But soft­ly, and the corners of her mouth looked as though they wanted to turn up. “And your nose is still bleeding.”

Hector fumbled through his pockets. She produced a tissue from a pocket in her dress.

“Here. Now clean yourself up and leave.”

“Not until I’ve said what I came to say,” Hector replied nasally, holding the tissue against his nose.

“Keep your head up, don’t bleed on the floor.”

“It’s hard to talk like this.”

Despite herself, Geri smiled. “Well, it’s your own fault. You can’t come swooping into people’s gardens like . . . like….”

“You wouldn’t see me. And I had to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

Putting his head down, his neck cracking painfully as he did, Hector said:

“Well… blast it, Geri, I love you. But I’m not going to be your hired assassin. And if you loved me, you wouldn’t want me to be. A man’s not supposed to be a trained pet … to do whatever his girl wants him to. I’m not….”

Her expression hardened. “I only asked you to do what I would have done myself, if I could have.”

“You would’ve killed Odal?”

“Yes.”

“Because he murdered your father.”

“That’s right.”

Hector took the tissue away from his face. “But Odal was just following orders. Kanus is the one who ordered your father killed.”

“Then I’d kill Kanus, too, if I had the chance,” she snapped angrily.

“You’d kill anybody who had a hand in your father’s death?”

“Of course.”

“The other soldiers, the ones who helped Odal during the duel, you’d kill them too?”

“Certainly!”

“Anybody who helped Odal? Anybody at all? The star-ship crew that brought him here?”

“Yes! All of them! Anybody!”

Hector put his hand out slowly and took her by the shoulder. “Then you’d have to kill me, too, because I let him go. I helped him to escape from you,”

She started to answer. Her mouth opened. Then her eyes filled with tears and she leaned against Hector and began crying.

He put his arms around her. “It’s all right, Geri. It’s all right. I know how much it hurts. But… you can’t expect me to be just as much of a murderer as he is … I mean, well, it’s just not the way to….”

“I know,” she said, still sobbing. “I know, Hector. I know.”

For a few moments they remained there, holding each other. Then she looked up at him, and he kissed her.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, very softly.

He felt himself grinning like a circus clown. “I… well, I’ve missed you, too.”

They laughed together, and she pulled out another tis­sue and dabbed at his nose with it.

“I’m sorry about the flowers.”

“That’s all right, they’ll. …” She stopped and stared toward the doorway.

Turning, Hector saw a blue-anodized robot, about the size and shape of an upended cargo crate, buzzing officiously at the open doorway. Its single photoeye seemed to brighten at the sight of his face.

“You are Star Watch Lieutenant Hector H. Hector, the operator of the vehicle parked in the flower bed?” it inquired tinnily.

Hector nodded dumbly.

“Charges have been lodged against you, sir: violations of flight safety regulation regarding use of traffic lanes, failure to acknowledge radio intercept, unauthorized flight patterns, failure to maintain minimum altitude over a residential zone, landing in an unauthorized area, trespass, illegal and violent entry into a private domicile, assault and battery. You are advised to refrain from making any statement until you obtain counsel. You will come with me, or additional charges of resisting arrest will be lodged against you. Thank you.”

The Watchman sagged; his shoulders slumped deject­edly.

Geri barely suppressed a giggle. “It’s all right, Hector. I’ll get a lawyer. If they send you to jail, I’ll visit you. It’ll be very romantic.”

Odal sat in the darkness of the dueling machine booth, turning thoughts over and over in his mind. To remain as Kor’s experimental animal meant disgrace and the torture of ceaseless mind-probing. Ultimately an utterly unpleas­ant death. To join Romis meant an attempt to assassinate the Leader; an attempt that would end, successful or not, in death at the hands of Kanus” guards. To refuse to join Romis led again-and this time immediately-to death.

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