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The
hunter
-
seeker
lifted
another
half
meter
.
It
rippled
through
the
slatted
light
from
the
window
blinds
,
back
and
forth
,
quartering
the
room
.
I
must
try
to
grab
it
,
he
thought
.
The
suspensor
field
will
make
it
slippery
on
the
bottom
.
I
must
grip
tightly
.
The
thing
dropped
a
half
meter
,
quartered
to
the
left
,
circled
back
around
the
bed
.
A
faint
humming
could
be
heard
from
it
.
Who
is
operating
that
thing
?
Paul
wondered
.
It
has
to
be
someone
near
.
I
could
shout
for
Yueh
,
but
it
would
take
him
the
instant
the
door
opened
.
The
hall
door
behind
Paul
creaked
.
A
rap
sounded
there
.
The
door
opened
.
The
hunter
-
seeker
arrowed
past
his
head
toward
the
motion
.
Paul
’
s
right
hand
shot
out
and
down
,
gripping
the
deadly
thing
.
It
hummed
and
twisted
in
his
hand
,
but
his
muscles
were
locked
on
it
in
desperation
.
With
a
violent
turn
and
thrust
,
he
slammed
the
thing
’
s
nose
against
the
metal
doorplate
.
He
felt
the
crunch
of
it
as
the
nose
eye
smashed
and
the
seeker
went
dead
in
his
hand
.
Still
,
he
held
it
—
to
be
certain
.
Paul
’
s
eyes
came
up
,
met
the
open
stare
of
total
blue
from
the
Shadout
Mapes
.
