Prey of the Space Falcon
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Wilbur S. Peacock
The first of these sub-editors of American pulp science fiction magazine Planet Stories, who took over with the Fall 1942 issue and remained until Fall 1945.
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Prey of the Space Falcon - Wilbur S. Peacock
Prey of the Space Falcon
by Wilbur S. Peacock
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The Administrators of the Solar System were as deadly as a Hydra-monster to those who sought freedom. Then came the Falcon and his outlaw Brood, fighting with the strangest weapon the Universe had ever seen—only to find that their existence lay in the slender hands of a girl with a Judas kiss.
Curt Varga watched lazily from a shadowed corner of the Martian gailang night club, his space-tanned left hand toying with a frosted glass of cahnde, and his right hand making cryptic marks with a radi-stylus upon the scrap of gold paper before him.
Music was a lilting swirl in the air, and his booted foot tapped unconsciously with the muted rhythm. He smiled at the great-chested Martians squatted about the dance floor, wondering for the hundredth time what enjoyment they received from swaying to music they understood only as a series of harmonic vibrations.
Over by the circular bar, four Venusians drank stiffly and stolidly of Venusian cahnde, as they stood knee-deep in their water tanks. Their skins were wet and slimy, eternally soaked with the fluids flowing from the glands in their reptilian skins. They watched the good-natured crowd from beneath nictilian lids, their gazes blank and eerily aloof.
Curt Varga’s throat muscles tightened as he sent his inaudible questions to his brother in the curtained booth across the room.
Is there any suspicion that you are working with me?
he asked. If so, then this arrangement must be broken; I can’t ruin your career, too.
The bean-sized amplifier imbedded so cunningly in the living bone at his right temple vibrated lightly from the mocking laughter.
I think they do, Falcon,
Val Varga said lightly. But it doesn’t matter; somebody has to do the undercover work—and I happen to be in a position where I can do it with the least suspicion.
The voice softened. "Careers aren’t important, anyway. I seem to remember that Dad had quite a reputation as a bio-chemist, until the Food Administrators decided his work threatened their dictatorial monopoly. And as a Commander of the IP, you were slated to go rather high."
Curt Varga grinned, and suddenly all of the deadly grimness was gone from his tanned face, and there was only the laughter in his cool grey eyes and the hint of a swashbuckling swagger to the tilt of his head to betoken the man.
OQ!
he said inaudibly into the amplifier unit. Now, give me a few facts.
Well,
Val’s voice steadied, the IP is still searching for the Falcon’s base; they’ve got direct orders from Vandor to smash it within a month, Earth time. The situation is getting rather desperate; gardens have been found on half a dozen worlds, and the revenue from sale of vitamins and energy tablets has fallen alarmingly. Unless the base is found and destroyed, the IP is due for a general shake-up in command and personnel.
Hold it!
Curt said brusquely, glanced at the Martian waiter who padded along the wall toward him.
The waiter, grotesquely-chested, round-headed, with his antennae curled on either side of his great single eye, threaded his way through the tables, stood solicitously over the Falcon’s table. His right antennae uncurled, its tip lightly darting out to touch the Earthman’s wrist.
"Another cahnde, Curt Varga said loudly.
And a pulnik capsule."
"Five IP agents just entered, the Martian said, the nerve impulse emanating from the antennae and travelling along Curt’s arm to his brain, where the impulse was changed into familiar English.
I think they know you are here. "
Thank you, Yen Dal,
the Falcon said evenly. That will do fine.
*
He leaned indolently back in his chair, his clear gaze utterly guileless, a lazy hint of careless laughter lifting the corners of his mobile lips. He tightened the muscles of his belly, shifting the gun-belt a bit until the dis-gun lay flat along his thigh. He felt mocking laughter bubbling in his throat, when he saw the IP men moving inconspicuously about the night club, their keen gaze searching patiently and eagerly every shadowed corner. The Martian padded silently away.
Things are getting hot, Val,
he said into his throat mike. Yen Dal just told me that five IP men are searching the place. Better get out of here before a fight starts.
I heard your conversation.
Val’s voice grew tight and hurried. Now listen, Curt,
he finished. "As far as I have been able to learn, the headquarters of the Smothalene Smugglers lies somewhere in the Sargasso. An Earth renegade, Duke Ringo, is the boss. You’ve got to smash those smugglers, and do it quickly, for the worlds are beginning to believe that the Falcon is the man behind the smothalene smuggling."
Curt Varga scowled unconsciously, swirled the liquid about in the bottom of his cahnde glass. He felt the first pulsings of anger in his heart, and his grey eyes were no longer cool.
I know,
he answered brittlely. "Two of my ships rocketed into a trap on Jupiter’s moons last week. They were carrying cargoes of oranges to the Dahkils, and some woman whose son had died of smothalene gave information to the IP."
I hadn’t heard that,
Val said slowly, his voice grave.
Now, here’s the situation,
the Falcon said tautly, watching the unhurried movements of