Kong and the other thugs stood rooted to the ground in frozen tableau. They could see that the knife was pressed against Stilman’s neck so tightly that the flesh was indented, and knew without being told that the slightest move from the knife or Stilman would lay his throat open.
“Please do not move, gentlemen.”
Their attention was drawn to a new figure who had entered the scene.
“What the hell is that?” one of the thugs said, though he echoed the thoughts of the entire group.
“Do not be fooled by my appearance, gentlemen,” the singsong, musical voice continued, though they could see now that the sound was actually coming from a mechanical box hung around the neck of the intruder. “I assure you that though my form is not the human standard you are accustomed to, I am a member of the casino security force and authorized to deal with disturbances as I see fit.”
The speaker was a sluglike creature with spindly arms and eyestalks. Balanced on a kid’s glide board and encased in a tube of black fabric which suggested rather than imitated the familiar Space Legion uniforms, the creature looked more like some bizarre advertising display than an authority figure.
“No, I meant what is that you’re holding?” the thug corrected. “That doesn’t look like a tranquilizer gun.”
The Sinthian had a sinister-looking mechanism tucked under his arm. The tubelike barrel, which was pointing at the thugs, appeared to be a good inch in diameter, though they knew from experience that the muzzle of a weapon always looks bigger when it’s pointed at you.