Free Mission: Earth "Black Genesis" by Ron L. Hubbard Page B

as it was dug back into the mountain. A secret door at the end of it led right down into the base. Another secret door led to a passage that ended in the archaeological barracks.
    I opened a closet. The laugh was on the staff. Here were my real clothes, various costumes of different nationalities. They were all here.
    A cupboard disclosed that my makeup kits were
    intact.
    I opened a panel and revealed my guns. They were protected by a device which took moisture and oxygen out of their hiding place. I removed the chambered cartridge and clip from the Colt .45 and put it away. I got out a Beretta which is more my style, really, being easier to hide—and I even have a license for it.
    That done, I opened a safe and reviewed my passports. Some were expired in the last year and I made a note to get them renewed. I looked over other identification documents: they were fine.
    With a quick inspection, I verified that all my assorted luggage, like suitcases and attache cases, were there.
    Great. I was in business.
    I went back into the advertised bedroom and changed my clothes, noting I should be more careful and not go around in space insulator boots in public.
    I put on a sport shirt with flaming poinsettias, a pair of black pants and some loafers. I looked in the mirror: no movie gangster ever looked more at home.
    Now for Heller. I picked up the box and went back into my real room. I unloaded the gear and set it up on a table. Nothing wrong with it from the trip.
    I set it all up and then, as an afterthought, brought in the pitcher of sira and a glass.
    What was Heller up to?
    I turned on the activator-receiver and viewscreen.
    I didn't think I'd need the 831 Relayer as he wasn't in the ship and must be within ten miles.
    And there he was!
Chapter 10
    Heller was walking along a dark street.
    I wondered what had taken him so long to get into Afyon and then realized that, after the rumor I'd spread, probably nobody at the hangar would give him a ride and he'd had to walk. It was only a few miles, they had probably said in a nasty tone of voice.
    I adjusted the viewscreen controls. I found out that by flaring the screen a little bit, I could possibly pick things up as well as Heller could.
    The picture was really great quality. Because I could look directly at the peripheral vision area, even though it was a trifle blurry, I could probably see what was going on around him even better than Heller: a matter of my concentrating on it while he was looking at something else. Great.
    He wasn't doing anything. He was just walking along the street. Up ahead of him were a few lights from
    shop windows. But Afyon is really dead at night and it was at least ten by now.
    It gave me time to study the instruction book. I found to my delight that, by pushing a button, the screen split into two screens. You could go on watching the continuing action while you replayed, at any speed you wished, fast or slow or still-framed, on the second screen. And all without interrupting recording. Great. What a brilliant fellow that Spurk had been. Good thing he was dead.
    It was too bad, though, that I had missed Heller's transportation refusal. It would have been delightful to watch. I fed in a pack of strips and vowed never to turn this thing off. Then I could speed review for juicy bits and save myself lots of time.
    The action of doing a recording loading almost made me miss something.
    Way up the street, somebody had moved across a light path from a store window. Aha! There was somebody up the street, standing in a dark place. Somebody waiting for Heller?
    If Heller had registered it, he gave no evidence of it. He just kept strolling forward. I thought to myself, the dumb boob. In Afyon, you don't keep right on walking toward a possible ambush. Not if you want to go on living! Heller was too green at this business. He would not last long. The green die young, one of my Apparatus professors used to say—Tailing 104 and 105, Apparatus school.
    Yes! The