“I see,” the Legionnaire said, making a mental note of the name. “Go on.”
“Well, a while back I learned that there was a chance that criminals were going to try to take over my place once it was open, and I didn’t know what to do. The police here on Lorelei may be great for keeping the muggers away from the tourists, but they aren’t up to handling anything like this! Then I saw the reports on how you managed to stop an alien invasion with just a handful of troops, and figured if you could do that, you should be able to stop common crooks from taking over my casino.”
“So that’s the assignment,” Phule said slowly, steadfastly ignoring Beeker, who was now slumped in his chair, his arms folded, one hand over his eyes. “To guard your casino against a hostile takeover by a gang of criminals.”
“Sure.” Gunther beamed. “I figure with your uniformed troops standing in full view, the customers will feel safer, and those scumbags will think twice before they try any rough stuff.”
“All right … there are several things I’m going to need, Gunther, and I’d appreciate it if you could transmit them to me here on Haskin’s Planet as soon as possible. I’m going to want copies of the floor plans and blueprints for the hotel-particularly the casino area-showing electrical and security systems. I also want to see copies of all your personnel files on all employees, starting with Huey Martin’s, and … did you say you weren’t open yet?”
“Well, parts of the casino are open, but I’m doing a lot of remodeling. There’s going to be a big grand opening to launch the new operation.”