Chapter 2Three days later, the robo-carswirledaround the mountain peaks again and deposited an old acquaintanceatthe house. The robot servant ushered him into my temporary commandheadquarters. He had black hair, a mustache, and a wry grin when hesaluted.
“I understand you need a mastersergeant,” he said.
I answered with my own salute.
“I sure do.”
I stuck out my hand and he put it in aniron squeeze. “How are you, Rab?”
“I get lazier every day.”
“Just the way I remember you.”
He laughed. “To be honest, I was abit down until I heard about the job and the money. Then I perkedupconsiderably.”
“Our mission will be very dangerous,”I said.
“Gosh, I thought you’d be payingthat much money for a Sunday school picnic. When can I get theinitial ten percent?”
“Any time you want it.”
“Right n
