This fact kept driving home until Jason could no longer ignore it. Emotional reasoning was something he had learned to mistrust early in life. He couldn’t agree with Kerk in the slightest-which meant he had to utilize the ten remaining days to solve the problem. If it meant disobeying Kerk, it would still have to be done.

He grabbed up his noteplate with a new enthusiasm. His first sources of information had been used up, but there must be others. Chewing the scriber and thinking hard, he slowly built up a list of other possibilities. Any idea, no matter how wild, was put down. When the plate was filled, he wiped the long shots and impossibles-such as consulting off-world historical records.

This was a Pyrran problem and had to be settled on this planet or not at all.

The list worked down to two probables. Either old records, notebooks or diaries that individual Pyrrans might have in their possession, or verbal histories that had been passed down the generations by word of mouth. The first choice seemed to be the most probable and he acted on it at once. After a careful check of his medikit and gun, he went to see Brucco.

“What’s new and deadly in the world since I left?” he asked.

Brucco glared at him. “You can’t go out, Kerk has forbidden it.”

“Did he put you in charge of guarding me to see if I obeyed?” Jason’s voice was quiet and cold.

Brucco rubbed his jaw and frowned in thought. Finally he just shrugged. “No, I’m not guarding you-nor do I want the job. As far as I know, this is between you and Kerk and it can stay that way. Leave whenever you want. And get yourself killed quietly someplace so there will be an end to the trouble you cause once and for all.”

“I like you too,” Jason said. “Now brief me on the wildlife.”

The only new mutation that routine precautions wouldn’t take care of was a slate-colored lizard that spit a fast nerve poison with deadly accuracy. Death took place in seconds if the saliva touched any bare skin. The lizards had to be looked out for, and shot before they came within range. An hour of lizard-blasting in a training chamber made him proficient in the exact procedure.

Jason left the sealed buildings quietly and no one saw him go. He followed the map to the nearest barracks, shuffling tiredly through the dusty streets. It was a hot, quiet afternoon, broken only by rumblings from the distance, and the occasional crack of his gun. It was cool inside the thick-walled barracks building, and he collapsed onto a bench until the sweat dried and his heart stopped pounding. Then he went to the nearest recreation room to start his search.

Before it began, it was finished. None of the Pyrrans kept old artifacts of any kind and thought the whole idea was very funny.