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    Combat

    By Dallas McCord Reynolds

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    An Alien landing on Earth might be readily misled, victimized by a one-sided viewpoint. And then again ... it might be the Earthmen who were misled....
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStart Classics
    Release dateMay 16, 2014
    ISBN9781633551039
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      Combat - Dallas McCord Reynolds

      Combat

      By Dallas McCord Reynolds

      Start Publishing LLC

      Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

      All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.

      First Start Publishing eBook edition October 2012

      Start Publishing is a registered trademark of Start Publishing LLC

      Manufactured in the United States of America

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      ISBN 978-1-63355-103-9

      An Alien landing on Earth might be readily misled, victimized by a one-sided viewpoint. And then again ... it might be the Earthmen who were misled....

      * * * * *

      Henry Kuran answered a nod here and there, a called out greeting from a desk an aisle removed from the one along which he was progressing, finally made the far end of the room. He knocked at the door and pushed his way through before waiting a response.

      There were three desks here. He didn't recognize two of the girls who looked up at his entry. One of them began to say something, but then Betty, whose desk dominated the entry to the inner sanctum, grinned a welcome at him and said, Hank! How was Peru? We've been expecting you.

      Full of Incas, he grinned back. "Incas, Russkies and Chinks. A poor capitalist conquistador doesn't have a chance. Is the boss inside?"

      He's waiting for you, Hank. See you later.

      Hank said, Um-m-m, and when the door clicked in response to the button Betty touched, pushed his way into the inner office.

      Morton Twombly, chief of the department, came to his feet, shook hands abruptly and motioned the other to a chair.

      How're things in Peru, Henry? His voice didn't express too much real interest.

      Hank said, We were on the phone just a week ago, Mr. Twombly. It's about the same. No, the devil it is. The Chinese have just run in their new People's Car. They look something like our jeep station-wagons did fifteen years ago.

      Twombly stirred in irritation. I've heard about them.

      Hank took his handkerchief from his breast pocket and polished his rimless glasses. He said evenly, They sell for just under two hundred dollars.

      Two hundred dollars? Twombly twisted his face. They can't transport them from China for that.

      Here we go again, Hank sighed. They also can't sell pressure cookers for a dollar apiece, nor cameras with f.2 lenses for five bucks. Not to speak of the fact that the Czechs can't sell shoes for fifty cents a pair and, of course, the Russkies can't sell premium gasoline for five cents a gallon.

      Twombly muttered, They undercut our prices faster than we can vote through new subsidies. Where's it going to end Henry?

      I don't know. Perhaps we should have thought a lot more about it ten or fifteen years ago when the best men our universities could turn out went into advertising, show business and sales--while the best men the Russkies and Chinese could turn out were going into science and industry. As a man who worked in the field Hank Kuran occasionally got bitter about these things, and didn't mind this opportunity of sounding off at the chief.

      Hank added, The height of achievement over there is to be elected to the Academy of Sciences. Our young people call scientists egg-heads, and their height of achievement is to become a TV singer or a movie star.

      Morton Twombly shot his best field man a quick glance. You sound as though you need a vacation, Henry.

      Henry Kuran laughed. Don't mind me, chief. I got into a hassle with the Hungarians last week and I'm in a bad frame of mind.

      Twombly said, Well, we didn't bring you back to Washington for a trade conference.

      "I gathered that from your wire. What am I here for?"

      Twombly pushed his chair back and came to his feet. It occurred to Hank Kuran that his chief had aged considerably since the forming of this department nearly ten years ago. The thought went through his mind, a general in the cold war. A general who's been in action for a decade, has never won more than a skirmish and is currently in full retreat.

      Morton Twombly said, I'm not sure I know. Come along.

      They left the office by a back door and Hank was in unknown territory. Silently his chief led him through busy corridors, each one identical to the last, each sterile and cold in spite of the bustling. They came to a marine guarded door, were passed through, once again obviously expected.

      The inner office contained but one desk occupied by a youthfully brisk army major. He gave Hank a one-two of the eyes and said, Mr. Hennessey is expecting you, sir. This is Mr. Kuran?

      That's correct, Twombly said. I won't be needed. He turned to Hank Kuran. I'll see you later, Henry. He shook hands.

      Hank frowned at him. You sound as though I'm being sent off to Siberia, or something.

      The major looked up sharply, What was that?

      Twombly made a motion with his hand, negatively. Nothing. A joke. I'll see you later, Henry. He turned and left.

      The major opened another door and ushered Hank into a room two or three times the size of Twombly's office. Hank formed a silent whistle and then suddenly knew where he was.

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