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Jason wandered gloomily through the rooms。 Nothing remained of any value。 Fragments and scraps of writing and printing。 Never enough in one spot to bother collecting。 With the toe of one armored boot； he kicked angrily at a pile of debris； ready to give up the search。 There was a glint of rusty metal under the dirt。
〃Hold this！〃 He gave the light to Mete and； forgetting the danger for a moment； began scratching aside the rubble。 A flat metal box with a dial lock built into it was revealed。
〃Why that's a log box！〃 Mete said； surprised。
〃That's what I thought；〃 Jason said。 〃And if it is…we may be in luck after all。〃
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Resealing the cellar； they carried the box back to Jason's new office。 Only after spraying with decontaminant did they examine it closely。 Meta picked out engraved letters on the lid。
〃S。T。 POLLUX VICTORY…that must be the name of the spacer this log came from。 But I don't recognize the class； or whatever it is the initials S。T。 stand for。〃
〃Stellar Transport；〃 Jason told her； as he tried the lock mechanism。 〃I've heard of them but I've never seen one。 They were built during the last wave of galactic expansion。 Really nothing more than gigantic metal containers； put together in space。 After they were loaded with people； machinery and supplies； they would be towed to whatever planetary system had been chosen。 These same tugs and one…shot rockets would brake the S。T。's in for a landing。 Then leave them there。 The hull was a ready source of metal and the colonists could start right in building their new world。 And they were big。 All of them held at least fifty thousand people。〃
Only after he said it； did he realize the significance of his words。 Meta's deadly stare drove it home。 There were now less people on Pyrrus than had been in the original settlement。
And human population； without rigid birth controls； usually increased geometrically。 Jason remembered Mete's itchy trigger finger。
〃But we can't be sure how many people were aboard this one；〃 he said hurriedly。 〃Or even if this is the log of the ship that settled Pyrrus。 Can you find something to pry this open … with？ The lock is corroded into a single lump。〃
Meta took her anger out on the box。 Her fingers managed to force a gap between lid and bottom。 She wrenched at it。 Rusty metal screeched and tore。 The lid came off in her hands and a heavy book thudded to the table。
The cover legend destroyed all doubt。
LOG OF S。T。 POLLUX VICTORY。 OUTWARD BOUND… SETANI TO PYRRUS。 55；000 SETfLERS ABOARD。
Meta couldn't argue now。 She stood behind Jason with tight…clenched fists and read over his shoulder as he turned the brittle； yellowed pages。 He quickly skipped through the opening part that covered the sailing preparations and trip out。 Only when he had reacled the actual land… ing did he start reading slowly。 The impact of the ancient words leaped out at him。
〃Here it is！〃 Jason shouted。 〃Proof positive that we're on the right trail。 Even you will have to admit that。 Read it； right here。〃
second day since the tugs left； we are pletely on our own now。 The settlers still haven't grown used to this planet； though we have orientation talks every night。 As well as the morale agents who I have working twenty hours a day。 I suppose I really can't blame the people； they all lived in the underways of Setani and I doubt if they saw the sun once a year。 This planet has weather with a vengeance； worse than anything I've seen on a hundred other planets。 Was I wrong during the original planning stages not to insist on settlers from one of the agrarian worlds？ People who could handle the outdoors。 These citified Setanians are afraid to go out in the rain。 But of course they have adapted pletely to their native 1。5 gravity so the z gee here doesn't bother them much。 That was the factor that decided us。 Anyway； too late now to do anything about it。 Or about the unending cycle of rain； snow； hail； hurricanes and such。 Answer will be to start the mines going； sell the metals and build pletely enclosed cities。
The only thing on this forsaken planet that isn't actually against us are the animals。 A few large predators at first； but the guards made short work of them。 The rest of the wild life leaves us alone。 Glad of that！ They have been fighting for existence so long that I have never seen a more deadly looking collection。 Even the little rodents no bigger than a man's hand are armored like tanks。 。
〃I don't believe a word of it；〃 Meta broke in。 〃That can't be Pyrrus he's writing about。 。 。 。〃 Her words died away as Jason wordlessly pointed to the title on the cover。
He continued scanning the pages； flipping them quickly。 A sentence caught his eye and he stopped。 Jamming his finger against the place； he read aloud。
and troubles keep piling up。 First Har Palo with his theory that the vulcanism is so close to the surface that the ground keeps warm； and the crops grow so well。 Even if he is right…what can we do？ We must be self…dependent if we intend to survive。 And now this other thing。 It seems that the forest fire drove a lot of new species our way。 Animals； insects and even birds have attacked the people。 （Note for Har： check if possible seasonal migration might explain attacks。）
There have been fourteen deaths from wounds and poisoning。 We'll have to enforce the rules for insect lotion at all times。 And； I suppose； build some kind of perimeter defense to keep the larger beasts out of the camp。〃
〃This is a beginning；〃 Jason said。 〃At least now we are aware of the real nature of the battle we're engaged in。 It doesn't make Pyrrus any easier to handle； or make the life forms less dangerous； to know that they were once better disposed toward mankind。 All this does is point the way。 Something took the peaceful life forms； shook them up； and turned this planet into one big deathtrap for mankind。 That something is what I want to uncover。〃
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Further reading of the log produced no new evidence。 There was a good deal more information about the early animal and plant life and how deadly they were； as well as the first defenses against them。 Interesting historically； but of no use whatsoever in countering the menace。 The captain apparently never thought that life forms were altering on Pyrrus； believing instead that dangerous beasts were being discovered。 He never lived to change his mind。 The last entry in the log； less than two months after the first attack； was very brief。 And in a different handwriting。
Captain Kurkowski died today； of poisoning following an insect bite。 His death is greatly mourned。
The 〃why〃 of the planetary revulsion had yet to be uncovered。
〃Kerk must see this book；〃 Jason said。 〃He should have some idea of the progress being made。 Can we get transportation…or do we walk to city hall？〃
〃Walk； of course；〃 Meta said。
〃Then you bring the book。 At two…G's I find it very hard to be a gentleman and carry the packages。〃
They had just entered Kerk's outer office when a shiill screaming burst out of the phone screen。 It took Jason a moment to realize that it was a mechanical signal； not a human voice。
〃What is it？〃 he asked。
Kerk burst through the door and headed for the street entrance。 Everyone else in the office was going the same way。 Meta looked confused； leaning toward the door； then looking back at Jason。
〃What does it mean？ Can't you tell me？〃 He shook her arm。
〃Sector alarm。 A major breakthrough of some kind at the perimeter。 Everyone but other perimeter guards has to answer。〃
〃Well go then；〃 he said。 〃Don't worry about me。 I'll be all right。〃
His words acted like a trigger release。 Meta's gun was in her hand and she was gone before he had finished speaking。 Jason sat down wearily in the deserted office。
The unnatural silence in the building began to get on his nerves。 He shifted his chair over to the phone screen and switched it on to receive。 The screen exploded with color and sound。 At first Jason could make no sense of it at all。 Just a confused jumble of faces and voices。 It was a multichannel set designed for military use。 A number of images were carried on the screen at one time； rows of heads or hazy backgrounds where the user had left the field of view。 Many of the heads were talking at the same time and the babble of their voices made no sense whatsoever。
After examining the controls and making a few experiments； Jason began to understand the operation。 Though all stations were on the screen at all times； their audio channels could be controlled。 In that way two； three or more stations could be hooked together in a linkup。 They would be in round…robin munication with each other； yet never out of contact with the other stations。
Identification between voice and sound was automatic。 Whenever one of the pictured images spoke； the image would glow red。 By trial and error； Jason brought in the audio for the stations he wanted and tried to follow the course of the attack。
Very quickly he realized this was something out of the ordinary。 In some way； no one made it clear； a section of the perimeter had been broken through and emergency defenses had to be thrown up to encapsulate it。 Kerk seemed to be in charge； at least he was the only one with an override transmitter。 He used it for general mands。 The many； tiny images faded and his face appeared on top of them； filling the entire screen。
〃All perimeter stations sent 25 per cent of your plement to Area
52。〃
The small images reappeared and the babble increased； red lights flickering from face to face。
〃…abandon the first floor； acid bombs can't reach。〃
〃If we hold we'll be cut off； but salient is past us on the west flank。 Request support。〃
〃DON'T； MERVV…IT'S USELESS！〃 …
and the napalm tanks are almost gone。 Orders？〃
〃The truck is still there； get it to the supply warehouse； you'll find replacements…〃 …
Out of the welter of talk； only the last two fragments made any sense。 Jason had noticed the signs below when he came in。 The first two floors of the building below him were jammed with military supplies。 This was his chance to get into the act。
Just sitting and watching was frustrating。 Particularly when it was a
desperate emergency。 He didn't overvalue his worth； but he was sure there was always room for another gun。
By the time he had dragged himself down to the~street level； a turbotruck had slammed to a stop in front of the loading platform。 Two Pyrrans were rolling out drums of napalm with a reckless disregard for their own safety。 Jason didn't dare enter that maelstrom of rolling metal。 He found he could be of use tugging the heavy drums into position on the truck while the others rolled them up。 They accepted his aid without acknowledgment。
It was exhausting； sweaty work； hauling the leaden drums into place against the heavy gravity。 After a minute； Jason worked by touch through a red haze of hammering blood。 He realized the job was done only when the truck suddenly leaped forward and he was thrown to the floor。 He lay there； his chest heaving。 As the driver hurled the heavy vehicle along； all Jason could do was bounce around in the bottom。 He could see well enough； but was still gasping for breath when they braked at the fighting zone。
To Jason； it was a scene of incredible confusion。 Guns firing； flames； men and women running on all sides。 The napalm drums were unloaded without his help and the truck vanished for more。 Jason leaned against a wall of a half…destroyed building and tried to get his bearings。 It was impossible。 There seemed to be a great number of small animals； he killed two that attacked him。 Other than that he couldn't determine the nature of the battle。
A Pyrran； tan face white with pain and exertion； stumbled up。 His right arm； wet with raw flesh and dripping blood； hung limply at his side。 It was covered with freshly applied surgical foam。 He held his gun in his left hand； a stump of control cable dangling from it。 Jason thought the man was looking for medical aid。 He couldn't have been more wrong。
Clenching the gun in his teeth； the Pyrran clutched a barrel of napalm with his good hand and hurled it over on its side。 Then； with the gun once more in his hand； he began to roll the drum along the ground