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that the damn thing was right behind him. He yelled and ran. He
didn't look back, he just ran. The running was such a glorious and
wonderful relief that he kept going, effortlessly, as if a terrific
pressure was pushing him from behind.

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Gregson arrived at his camp exhausted, only to find that the
Bankrightk men had been there first. They had taken revenge for the
fright they'd received. Gregson's tent had been cut apart with a
laser torch, and the contents smashed and strewn about like so much
garbage. He stood there, kicking at the remains of his cot and
portable cooking equipment. His power plant and biopack computer
were gone. It was basically everything he owned.
Of course he had insurance. Unfortunately, it took several
Earth-months to process, and until then he had the choice of
signing up with Bankrightk or being a bum. Without the biopak
computer, there was no way for him to register DNA samples.
He felt it welling up inside of him. Anger, and the desire to
kill. Common animal emotions. It was very distasteful, very
unpleasant. They were overpowering.
Gregson hefted the stun gun. It was a large, heavy weapon, but
it would not kill -- unless you used it as a club.
He set off purposefully toward town.

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Bankrightk had the newest and nicest building in town. Unlike
most of the other reused tanks or spaceship pods, this
foam-concrete building was actually built as an office. It had an
authentic Sante Fe adobe look to it. The front door was securely
locked, and peering through the windows Gregson saw that it was
deserted.
The local law enforcement offices were a rusty old half-tank
propped up as a rain shelter, with an empty glass office in the
back. The glass was cracked in several places, and the public
terminals to the orbital police station were all vandalized.
Gregson had known it was a useless gesture to even try, but he
thought he should go through the motions anyway. One of the
terminals, damaged as it was, still worked enough for him to report
the crime. The reply he received was that the department was
overwhelmed with search and rescue efforts, and wouldn't be able to
get an officer down to the settlement for at least a week.
Gregson pushed the key to acknowledge the message, but the key
stuck and the terminal began making an annoying beeping sound. The