the stainless steel rat-第5部分
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l。 Whoever had set the trap here had done it with logic and reason。
Unbidden the words jumped into my mind。
The Special Corps。
Nothing was ever printed about it； only a thousand whispered words heard on a thousand worlds around the galaxy。 The Special Corps； the branch of the League that took care of the troubles that individual planets couldn't solve。 The Corps was supposed to have finished off the remnants of Haskell's Raiders after the peace； of putting the illegal T & Z Traders out of business； of finally catching Inskipp。 And now they were after me。
They were out there waiting for me to make a break。 They were thinking of all the ways out just as I was…and they were blocking them。 I had to think fast and I had to think right。
Only two ways out。 Through the gates or through the store。 The gales were too well covered to make a break； in the store there would be other exits。 It had to be that way。 Even as I made the conclusion I knew that other minds had made it too； that men were moving in to cover those doors。 That thought brought fear…and made me angry as well。 The very idea that someone could outthink me was odious。 They could try all right…but I would give them a run for their money。 I still had a few tricks left。
First； a little misdirection。 I started the truck； left it in low gear and aimed it at the gate。 When it was going straight I locked the steering wheel with the friction clamp and dropped out the far side of the cab and strolled back to the warehouse。 Once inside I moved faster。 Behind me I heard some shots； a heavy crump； and a lot of shouting。 That was more like it。
The night locks were connected on the doors that led to the store proper。 An old…fashioned alarm that I could disconnect in a few moments。 My picklocks opened the door and I gave it a quick kick with my foot and turned away。 There were no alarm bells； but I knew that somewhere in the building an indicator showed that the door was opened。 As fast as I could run I went to the last door on the opposite side of the building。 This time I made sure the alarm was disconnected before I went through the door。 I locked it behind me。
It is the hardest job in the world to run and be quiet at the same time。 My lungs were burning before I reached the employees' entrance。 A few times I saw flashlights ahead and had to double down different aisles； it was mostly luck that I made it without being spotted。 There were two men in uniform standing in front of the door I wanted to go out of。 Keeping as close to the wall as I could； I made it to within twenty feet of them before I threw the gas grenade。 For one second I was sure that they had gas masks on and I had reached the end of the road…then they slumped down。 One of them was blocking the door； I rolled him aside and slid it open a few inches。
The searchlight couldn't have been more than thirty feet from the door； when it flashed on the light was more pain than glare。 I dropped the instant it came on and the slugs from the machine pistol ate a line of glaring holes across the door。 My ears were numb from the roar of the exploding slugs and I could just make out the thud of running footsteps。 My own 。75 was in my hand and I put an entire clip of slugs through the door； aiming high so I wouldn't hurt anyone。 It would not stop them； but it should slow them down。
They returned the fire； must have been a whole squad out there。 Pieces of plastic flew out of the back wall and slugs screamed down the corridor。 It was good cover； I knew there was nobody ing up behind me。 Keeping as flat as I could I crawled in the opposite direction； out of the line of fire。 I turned two corners before I was far enough from the guns to risk standing up。 My knees were shaky and great blobs of color kept fogging my vision。 The searchlight had done a good job； I could barely see at all in the dim light。
I kept moving slowly； trying to get as far away from the gunfire as possible。 The squad outside had fired as soon as I had opened the door； that meant standing orders to shoot at anyone who tried to leave the building。 A nice trap。 The cops inside would keep looking until they found me。 If I tried to leave I would be blasted。 I was beginning to feel very much like a trapped rat。
Every light in the store came on and I stepped； frozen。 I was near the wall of a large farm…goods showroom。 Across the room from me were three soldiers。 We spotted each other at the same time； I dived for the door with bullets slapping all around me。 The military was in it too； they sure must have wanted me bad。 A bank of elevators was on the other side of the door…and stairs leading up。 I hit the elevator in one bounce and punched the sub…basement button； and just got out ahead of the closing doors。 The stairs were back towards the approaching soldiers； I felt like I was running right into their guns。 I must have made the turn into the stairs a split second ahead of their arrival。 Up the stairs and around the first landing before they were even with the bottom。 Luck was still on my side。 They hadn't seen me and were sure I had gone down。 I sagged against the wall； listening to the shouts and whistle blowing as they turned the hunt towards the basement。
There was one smart one in the bunch。 While the others were all following the phony trail I heard him start slowly up the stairs。 I didn't have any gas grenades left； all I could do was climb up ahead of him； trying to do it without making a sound。
He came on slowly and steadily and I stayed ahead of him。 We went up four flights that way； me in my stocking feet with my shoes around my neck； his heavy boots behind me making a dull rasping on the metal stairs。
As I started up the fifth flight I stopped； my foot halfway up a step。
Someone else was ing down； someone wearing the same kind of military boots。 I found the door to the hall； opened it behind me and slipped through。 There was a long hall in front of me lined with offices of some kind。 I began to run the length of it； trying to reach a turning before the door behind me could open and those exploding slugs tear me in half。 The hall seemed endless and I suddenly realized I would never reach the end in time。
I was a rat looking for a hole…and there was none。 The doors were locked； all of them； I tried each as I came to it； knowing I would never make it。 That stairwell door was opening behind me and the gun was ing up。 I didn't dare turn and look but I could fee＇ it。 When the door opened under my hand I fell through before I realized what had happened。 I locked it behind me and leaned against it in the darkness； panting like a spent animal。 Then the light came on and I saw the man sitting behind the desk； smiling at me。
There is a limit to the amount of shock the human body can absorb。 I'd had mine。 I didn't care if he shot me or offered a cigarette…I had reached the end of my line。 He did neither。 He offered me a cigar instead。
〃Have one of these； diGriz； I believe they're your brand。〃
The body is a slave of habit。 Even with death a few inches away it will respond to established custom。 My fingers moved of their own volition and took the cigar； my lips clenched it and my lungs sucked it into life。 And all the time my eyes watched the man behind the desk waiting for death to reach out。
It must have shown。 He waved towards a chair and carefully kept both hands in sight on top of the desk。 I still had my gun； it was trained on him。
〃Sit down diGriz and put that cannon away。 If I wanted to kill you； I could have done it a lot easier than herding you into this room。〃 His eyebrows moved up in surprise when he saw the expression on my face。 〃Don't tell me you thought it was an accident that you ended up here？〃
I had； up until that moment； and the lack of intelligent reasoning on my part brought on a wave of shame that snapped me back to reality。 I had been outwitted and outfought； the least I could do was surrender graciously。 I threw the gun on the desk and dropped into the offered chair。 He swept the pistol neatly into a drawer and relaxed a bit himself。
〃Had me worried there for a minute； the way you sto
