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"How did he know where she was?" Sam asked, wondering.
"Forty years ago I learned to stop asking things like that," responded Aldrath
Prang. "Come on- let's see what's what."
"Maybe I should have him find Dash," Sam suggested, and they mounted the stairs.
The Ginzu Master was poking and probing Brandy's neck as they entered the room.
He rose, turned, and said, "I would flay alive the one who did this."
Sam felt sudden panic. "You mean it's not reversible?"
"No, of course not. I mean that it is reversible," he grumbled. "It is
just-amateurish. Incompetent. Either you use quinsin to totally paralyze an
enemy or you use the sixth degree maneuver to have them come out of it in a
specified amount of time. This is neither. I have done what I can here. She will
be able to eat and move her head, and very slowly all of the body functions will
return to her, but it will be a slow process and she might not be totally right
for weeks."
He felt sudden tremendous relief. She was going to be all right! She was going
to come out of it!
With that thought, his mind switched back into its more analytical mode, but the
interest and the questions were not clinical. This was personal.
"Tell me-would you say that a Ginzu did that? Or perhaps someone who had been
taught Ginzu holds and pressure points and perhaps wanted to make us think it
was Ginzu."
Prang gave Sam a quizzical look. "But on the tape Bond said it was Ginzu."
"No, he said he had escaped from Ginzu," Sam reminded him. "That's not the same
thing. We don't know where Bond was or what he was doing. We assumed the cause
and effect-he'd escaped from the Ginzu, therefore the Ginzu did this. What do
the Ginzu who work for the Company do except make and export knives?"
"Knives!" the Master hissed. "Mere cheap imitations! Why they only even
guarantee them a mere ten years! We have nothing to do with them."
"Except collecting a royalty," Prang noted. "It's a licensing thing that allows
them to maintain their private lands and school. But to answer your question, we
do employ Ginzu for temporary security."
"Huh? Like what?"
"Well, under normal circumstances, they'd be in charge of my security right now.
The only reason they aren't is because they are involved and thus suspect in
this. That's only one example. When we must secure a facet for some purpose we
use them, and we also use them to guard maintenance and repair projects just in
case, since the kind of things we'd be dealing with there are some of the
Company's most classified secrets."
Sam thought about that. "Then if they were discredited you'd have to find
alternate security. They'd be pulled off all the nasty jobs immediately and
effectively neutralized. Someone just might be being very clever here, Aldrath."
"Possibly," Prang replied, noting the smugness of the Master at Sam's theory,
"but we can take no chances. Master, how hard would it be to learn that nerve
paralyzing trick to this degree and perhaps sufficient others, including some of
the language, to pass as Ginzu?"
"Some training by a Ginzu warrior would be required," the Ginzu Master told him.
"Such things as these are easy to learn, difficult to master, and require
constant practice and supervision, but it is possible. The language-less likely.
They might be ones who washed out of the training regimen-only one in perhaps
eighty makes it even to Third Degree-or they might be from a parallel world