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Oomphel In The Sky
by [?]

Major General Denis Maith, the Federation Army commander on Kwannon, was considerably more than willing to find a temporary home for his witch doctors, now numbering close to two hundred. He did insist that they be kept under military guard, and on assigning his aide, Captain Travis, to co-operate on the project. Beyond that, he gave Miles a free hand.

Miles and Travis got very little rest in the next ten hours. A half-company of engineer troops was also kept busy, as were a number of Kwannon Planetwide News technicians and some Terran and native mechanics borrowed from different private business concerns in the city. Even the most guarded hints of what he had in mind were enough to get this last co-operation; he had been running a news-service in Bluelake long enough to have the confidence of the business people.

He tried, as far as possible, to keep any intimation of what was going on from Government House. That, unfortunately, hadn’t been far enough. He found that out when General Maith was on his screen, in the middle of the work on the fourth and fifth floors of the Suzikami Building.

“The governor general just screened me,” Maith said. “He’s in a tizzy about our shoonoon. Claims that keeping them in the Suzikami Building will endanger the whole Terran city.”

“Is that the best he can do? Well, that’s rubbish, and he knows it. There are less than two hundred of them, I have them on the fifth floor, twenty stories above the ground, and the floor’s completely sealed off from the floor below. They can’t get out, and I have tanks of sleep-gas all over the place which can be opened either individually or all together from a switch on the fourth floor, where your sepoys are quartered.”

“I know, Mr. Gilbert; I screen-viewed the whole installation. I’ve seen regular maximum-security prisons that would be easier to get out of.”

“Governor general Kovac is not objecting personally. He has been pressured into it by this Native Welfare government-within-the-Government. They don’t know what I’m doing with those shoonoon, but whatever it is, they’re afraid of it.”

“Well, for the present,” Maith said, “I think I’m holding them off. The Civil Government doesn’t want the responsibility of keeping them in custody, I refused to assume responsibility for them if they were kept anywhere else, and Kovac simply won’t consider releasing them, so that leaves things as they are. I did have to make one compromise, though.” That didn’t sound good. It sounded less so when Maith continued: “They insisted on having one of their people at the Suzikami Building as an observer. I had to grant that.”

“That’s going to mean trouble.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t think so. This observer will observe, and nothing else. She will take no part in anything you’re doing, will voice no objections, and will not interrupt anything you are saying to the shoonoon. I was quite firm on that, and the governor general agreed completely.”

“She?”

“Yes. A Miss Edith Shaw; do you know anything about her?”

“I’ve met her a few times; cocktail parties and so on.” She was young enough, and new enough to Kwannon, not to have a completely indurated mind. On the other hand, she was EETA which was bad, and had a master’s in sociography from Adelaide, which was worse. “When can I look for her?”

“Well, the governor general’s going to screen me and find out when you’ll have the shoonoon on hand.”

Doesn’t want to talk to me at all, Miles thought. Afraid he might say something and get quoted.

“For your information, they’ll be here inside an hour. They will have to eat, and they’re all tired and sleepy. I should say ’bout oh-eight-hundred. Oh, and will you tell the governor general to tell Miss Shaw to bring an overnight kit with her. She’s going to need it.”

He was up at 0400, just a little after Beta-rise. He might be a civilian big-wheel in an Army psychological warfare project, but he still had four newscasts a day to produce. He spent a couple of hours checking the 0600 ‘cast and briefing Harry Walsh for the indeterminate period in which he would be acting chief editor and producer. At 0700, Foxx Travis put in an appearance. They went down to the fourth floor, to the little room they had fitted out as command-post, control room and office for Operation Shoonoo.