Of course, outward manifestations of friendliness $L were exhibited by numerous terran carnivores—prior £ to making the kill. The Murrin might play buddy-|- buddy, but they weren’t foolhardy, either. Besides their defensive approach, the lethal-looking objects which projected toward the Rey from the alien’s midship line were excellent proof of that. The Key’s single big industrial laser looked puny by comparison.
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WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE . ..
The human party was assembled in the now airless lock, ready for surface EVA. They were composed of a select group of scientists, officers, and engineers. For purposes of negotiation, Cleve had been granted what amounted to emergency ambassadorial status by
the Council.
There were three other members in the party. One interpreter, one chaplain (against Cleve’s wishes), and one volunteer ensign whose sole assignment was to slam both hands together should the Murrin exhibit obvious signs of irrational bellicosity. Said action would trip several circuits, which would speed both groups rapidly on to the next plane of existence.
As expected, Hinkel’s broadcast clearance had come through, along with a gruff statement from Admiralty which stopped just syllables short of being a reprimand.
The lieutenant at Cleve’s side—not Vandermeer, who had been left in command of the ship—recited for the last time the short list of names. Subdued replies of “Here!” answered each. When that was completed, everything was completed. Cleve tried to think of something appropriate to say, failed, and led the men down the ramp to the surface.