Last Call from Sector 9G
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Leigh Brackett was the undisputed Queen of Space Opera and the first women to be nominated for the coveted Hugo Award. She wrote short stories, novels, and scripts for Hollywood. She wrote the first draft of the Empire Strikes Back shortly before her death in 1978.
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Last Call from Sector 9G - Leigh Brackett
Last Call From Sector 9G
by Leigh Brackett
©2020 Positronic Publishing
Last Call From Sector 9G is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales or institutions is entirely coincidental.
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E-book ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-4716-0
Table of Contents
Chapter I.
Chapter II.
Chapter III.
Chapter IV.
Chapter V.
Chapter VI.
Chapter VII.
Chapter VIII.
Chapter I.
Out there in the green star system; far beyond the confining grip of the Federation, moved the feared Bitter Star, or a thousand frigid years the dark and sinister manipulator of war-weary planets.
Martie said monotonously, There is someone at the door Sir, shall I answer? There is someone at the door Sir, shall I?
Durham grunted. What he wanted to say was go away and let me alone. But he would only grunt, and Artie kept repeating the stupid question. Artie was a cheap off-brand make and bought used and he lacked some cogs. Any first class servall would have seen that the master had passed out in his chair and was in no condition to receive guests. But Artie did not, and presently Durham got one eye open and then he began to hear the persistent knocking, the annunciator being naturally out of order. And he said quite clearly.
If it’s a creditor, I’m not in.
Shall I answer?
Durham made a series of noises. Artie took them for an affirmative and trundled off. Durham put his face in his hands and struggled with the pangs of returning consciousness, He could hear a mutter of voices in the hall. He thought suddenly that he recognized them, and he sprang, or rather stumbled up in alarm, hastily combing his hair with his fingers and trying to pull the wrinkles out of his tunic. Through a thick haze he saw the bottle on the table, and he picked it up and hid it under a chair, ashamed not of its emptiness but of its label. A gentleman should not be drunk on stuff like that.
Paulsen and Burke came in.
Durham stood stiffly beside the table, hanging on. He looked at the two men. Well,
he said. It’s been quite a long time.
He turned to Artie. The gentlemen are leaving.
Burke stepped quickly behind the servall and pushed the main toggle to OFF, Artie stopped, with a sound ridiculously like a tired sigh. Paulsen went past him and locked the door. Then both of them turned in to face Durham.
Durham scowled. What the devil do you think you’re doing?
Burke and Paulsen glanced at each other as though resolve had carried them this far but had now run out, leaving them irresolute in the face of some distasteful task. Both men wore black dominos, with the cowls thrown back.
Were you afraid you’d be recognized coming here?
Durham said. A small pulse of fright began to beat in him, and this was idiotic. It made him angry. What do you want?
Paulsen said in a reluctant voice, not looking at him, I don’t want anything Durham, believe me.
Durham had once been engaged to Paulsen’s sister, a thing both of them preferred not to ren but couldn’t quite forget. He went on, We were sent here.
Durham tried to think who might sent them. Certainly not any of the girls; certainly not any one of the people he owed money to. Two members of the Terran World Embassy corps, even young and still obscure members in the lower echelons, were above either of those missions.
Who sent you?
Burke said, Hawtree.
No,
said Durham. Oh no, you got the name wrong. Hawtree wouldn’t send for me if I was the last man in the galaxy. Hawtree, indeed.
Hawtree,
said Paulsen. He drew a deep breath and threw aside his domino. Come on, Burke.
Burke took off his domino. They came on together.
Durham drew back. His shoulders dropped and his fists came up. Look out,
he said. What you going to do? Look out!
All right,
said Burke, and they both jumped together and caught his arms, not because Durham was so big or so powerful that he frightened them, but because they disliked the idea of brawling with a drunken man. Paulsen said,
Hawtree wants you tonight, and he wants you sober, and that, damn it, is the way he’s going to get you.
*
An hour and seven minutes later Durham sat beside Paulsen in a ’copter with no insigne and watched the roof of his apartment tower fall away beneath him.
Burke had stayed behind, and Durham wore the Irishman’s domino with the cowl up over his head. Under the domino was his good suit, the one he had not sent to the pawnbroker because he could not, as yet, quite endure being without one good suit. He was scrubbed and shaved and perfectly sober. Outside he did not look too bad. Inside he was a shamble.
The ’copter fitted itself into a north-south lane. Paulsen, muffled in his cowl, sat silent. Durham felt a similar reluctance to speak. He looked out over The Hub and tried to keep from thinking. Don’t run to meet it, don’t get your hopes up. Whatever it is, let it happen, quietly.
The city was beautiful. Its official name was Galactic Center, but it was called The Hub because that is what it was, the hub and focus of a galaxy. It was the biggest city in the Milky Way. It covered almost the entire land area of the third planet of a Type G star that someone with a sense of humor had christened Pax. The planet was chosen originally because it was centrally located and had no inhabitants, and because it was within the limits of tolerance for the humanoid races. The others mostly needed special accommodations anyway.
And so from a sweet green any world with nothing on it but trees and grass and a