By: Jerry Harris

(cont. from prv msg)
  "It seems that a 5-D ship crashed on the Wasteland and found one of our Dymag
warriors nearly dead.  The 5-D pilot was injured in the crash, too, but managed
to take over the soldier's body just before both of them croaked.  Together the
5-D being and the rabies infested body dragged into the Complex with a bad case
of the slobbers.  When he got out of the Med Fac, there was this strange look
about his eyes. Sure didn't look like the soldier who went out into the
Wasteland two days ago."
  I took another hissing sip and felt the blue goo coming out of my eyes and
ears. Barl smiled crookedly.  "Doesn't look like he would last 10 minutes out
there now," I said, careful to keep my voice low.
  "Oh, he does just fine in the Wasteland," Barl said.  "He has a 5-D reflex
time that makes our world look like a long, slow dream. He is immune to most of
the bugs and diseases out there. Never seen him drink a water crystal.  Eats
like a bird, and I don't mean a vulture.  Speaks all the languages...."
   "And I have very good hearing!" said Infinex, rising from his seat and
walking toward me with a steady gaze and fluid motions.
   I gulped.  My indiscretion was going to cost me a drink, at least, and
probably a bag of crystals if Infinex was the kind to carry a grudge.
  "How about a game of Meat Darts?" said Infinex. "Just you and me?"
  What could I do?  I nodded and smiled. "Sure, no offense."
  I got my favorite darts and took my shots.  Felt pretty good about the two
groin shots I sank.  "Your turn," I said to Infinex. Then I noticed he was
holding two darts in each hand.  There was a blur and a whisper of disturbed
air in the game room and a loud, slurpy SQUI-I-I-I-ISH-H--H-H!
  So he got one in the eyes, I thought.  Then I looked.  Four meat darts were
sprouting from the Hydrite's eyes, two left, two right. Infinex had either
thrown them all at once, or four in such quick succession that they had
appeared to be one throw. I didn't want to know which.  I handed him a purse of
crystals and offered him a drink.  "Have you ever thought about joining our
squadron?" I said for openers.
  "What is a squadron?" said Infinex, declining the drink....

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