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Walking up the wall had not been easy。 But walking across the ceiling was turning out to be pletely impossible。 Until I realized that I was going about it the wrong way。 It seemed obvious when I thought about it。 When I held onto the ceiling with my hands I could not move my feet。 So I switched off the molebind gloves and swung down； hanging only from the soles of my boots。 The blood rushed to my head…as well it might bringing with it a surge of nausea and a sensation of great unease。
What was I doing here； hanging upside down from the ceiling of the Mint； watching the machine below stamp out five…hundred…thousand…credit coins？ They jingled and fell into the waiting baskets…so the answer to that question was pretty obvious。 I nearly fell after them as I cut the power on one foot。 f swung it forward in a giant step and slammed it solidly against the ceiling again as I turned the binding energy back on。 A generator in the boot emitted a field of the same binding energy that holds molecules together； making my foot； at least temporarily； a part of the ceiling。 As long as the power was on。
A few more long steps and I was over the baskets。 I fumbled at my waist； trying to ignore the dizziness； and pulled out the cord from my oversized belt buckle。 Bending double until could reach up to the ceiling； I pushed the knob at the end against the plaster and switched it on。 The molebind field damped hard and I released my feet。 To hang； swinging； right side up now； while the blood seeped out of my florid face。
〃e on Jim…no hanging about；〃 I advised myself。 〃The alarm will go off any second now。〃
Right on cue the sirens screamed； the lights blinked； while a gargantuan hooter thundered through the walls。 I did not tell myself that I told me so。 No time。 Thumb on the power button so that the immensely strong； almost invisible； single…molecule cord whirred out of the buckle and dropped me swiftly down。 When my outstretched hands clinked among the coins I stopped。 Opened my attaché case and dragged it clanking through the coins until it was full of the shining； shimmering beauties。
Closed and sealed it as the tiny motor buzzed and dragged me up to the ceiling again。 My feet struck and stuck： I switched off power to the lifting lug。
And the door opened below me。
〃Somebody coulda e in here！〃 the guard shouted； his weapon nosing about him。 〃The door alarm went off。〃
〃Maybe…but I don't see nothin'；〃 the second guard said。
They looked down and around。 But never up。 I hoped。 Feeling the sweat rolling up my face。 Collecting there。 Dropping
I watched with horror as the droplets spattered down onto the guard's helmet。
〃Next room！〃 he shouted； his voice drowning out the splat of perspiration。 They rushed out； the door closed； I walked across the ceiling； crawled down the wall； slumped with exhaustion on the floor。
〃Ten seconds； no more；〃 I admonished。 Survival was a harsh taskmaster。 What had seemed like a good idea at the time maybe really was a good idea。 But right now I was very sorry I had ever seen the newsflash。
Ceremonial opening of new Mart on Paskonjak 。 。 。 planet often called Mintworld 。 。 。 first half…million…credit coins ever issued 。 。 。 dignitaries and press invited。
It had been like the sound of the starting gun to a sprinter。
I was off。 A week later I was stepping out of the space terminal on Paskonjak； bag in hand and forged press credentials in pocket。 Even the massed troops and tough security had not tempered my madness。 The machines in my case were immune from detection by any known security apparatus； the case projected a totally false image of its contents when radiation hit it。 My step had been light； my smile broad。
Now my face was ashen and my legs trembled with fatigue as I pushed myself to my feet。
〃Look calm； look collected…think innocence。〃
I swallowed a calm…and…collected pill that was coated with instant uppers。 One； two； three paces to the door； my face flushed with pride； my gait noble； my conscience pure。
I put on my funky bejeweled spectacles and looked through the door。 The ultrasound image was fuzzy。 But clear enough to reveal figures hurrying past。 When they were gone I unlocked the door； slipped through and let it close behind me。
Saw the rest of my party of journalists being pushed down the corridor by screaming； gun…waving troops。 Turned and marched firmly away in the opposite direction and around the bend。
The guard stationed there lowered his gun and pointed it at my belt buckle。
〃La necesejo estas cc tae？〃 I said； smiling smarmily。
〃What you say？ What you doin' here？〃
〃Indeed？〃 I snorted through widened nostrils。 〃Rather short on education； particularly a knowledge of Esperanto； aren't we？ If you must know； speaking in the vulgar argot of this planet…I was told that the men's room was down here。〃
〃Well it ain't。 Da udder way。〃
〃You're too kind。〃
I turned and strolled diffidently down the hall。 Had taker。 three steps before reality penetrated his sluggish synapses。
〃e back here； you！〃
I stopped and turned about； pointed past him。 〃Down that way？〃 I asked。 The gas projector I had palmed when my back was turned towards him hissed briefly。 His eyes closed and he dropped； I took the gun from his limp hands as he fell by。 Placed it on his sleeping chest since it was of no help to me。 Walked briskly past him and pushed open the door to the emergency stairs。 Closed and leaned against it and breathed very deeply。 Then took out the map that had been in the press kit and poked my finger on the symbol for stairs。 Now； down to the storeroom 。 。 。 footsteps sounded below。
Up。 Quietly on soft soles。 A change of plan was very much in order since the alarm had sounded； ruling out a simple exit with the crowd。 Up； five； six ；flights until the steps ended in a door labeled KROV。 Which probably meant roof in the local language。
There were three different alarms that I disabled before I pushed the door open and slipped through。 Looked around at the usual rooftop clutter； water tanks； vents； aircon units…and a goodsized smokestack puffing out pollution。 Perfect。
The moneybag clunked as I dropped all my incriminating weapons and tools into it。 My belt buckle twisted open and I took out the reel and motor。 Attached the molebind plug from the suspension cord to the bag； then lowered it all down the chimney。 Reaching down as far as I could I secured the reel mechanism to the inside of the pipe。
Done。 It would wait there as long as needed； until all the excitement calmed down。 An investment waiting to be collected you might say。 Then； armed only with my innocence； I retraced my course back down the stairs and on to the ground floor。
The door opened and closed silently and there was a guard； back turned； standing close enough to touch。 Which I did； tapping him on the shoulder。 He shrieked； jumped aside； turned； lifted his gun。
〃Didn't mean to startle you；〃 I said sweetly。 〃Afraid I got separated from my party。 The press group 。 。 。〃
〃Sergeant； I got someone；〃 he burbled into the microphone on his shoulder。 〃Me； yeah； Private Izmet； post eleven。 Right。 Hold him。 Got that。〃 He pointed the gun between my eyes。 〃Don't move？〃
〃I have no intention of that； I assure you。〃
I admired my fingernails； plucked a bit of fluff from my jacket； whistled； tried to ignore the wavering gun muzzle。 There was the thud of running feet and a squad led by a grim looking sergeant rushed up。
〃Good afternoon； Sergeant。 Can you tell me why this soldier is pointing his weapon at me？ Or rather why you are all pointing your weapons at me？〃
〃Grab his case。 Cuff him。 Bring him。〃 A man of few words； the sergeant。
The elevator they hustled me to had not been marked on the map issued to the journalists。 Nor had the map even hinted at the many levels below the ground floor that penetrated deep into the bowels of the earth。 The pressure hit my eardrums as we dropped about as many floors down as you usually go up in a skyscraper。 My stomach sank as well as I realized I had bitten off a good deal more than I could possibly chew。 Pushed out at some subterranean level； dragged through locked； barred gates； one after another； until we finally reached a singula
