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When the Investigation & Adjustment scout cruiser landed on Marak it carried a man the doctors had no hope of saving. He was alive only because he was in a womblike creche pod that had taken over most of his vital functions.The man’s name was Lewis Orne. He had been a blocky, heavy-muscled redhead with slightly off-center features and the hard flesh of a heavy planet native. Even in the placid repose of near death there was something clownish about his appearance. His burned, ungent-covered face looked made up for some bizarre show.Marak is the League capital, and the I-A medical center there is probably the best in the galaxy, but it accepted the creche pod and Orne more as a curiosity than anything else. The man had lost one eye, three fingers of his left hand and part of his hair, suffered a broken jaw and various internal injuries. He had been in terminal shock for more than ninety hours.Umbo Stetson, Orne’s section chief, went back into his cruiser’s “office” after a hospital flitter took pod and patient. There was an added droop to Stetson’s shoulders that accentuated his usual slouching stance. His overlarge features were drawn into ridges of sorrow. A general straggling, trampish look about him was not helped by patched blue fatigues.The doctor’s words still rang in Stetson’s ears: “This patient’s vital tone is too low to permit operative replacement of damaged organs. He’ll live for a while because of the pod, but—” And the doctor had shrugged.Stetson slumped into his desk chair, looked out the open port beside him. Some four hundred meters below, the scurrying beetlelike activity of the I-A’s main field sent up discordant roaring and clattering. Two rows of other scout cruisers were parked in line with Stetson’s port—gleaming red and black needles. He stared at them without really seeing them.It always happens on some “routine” assignment, he thought. Nothing but a slight suspicion about Heleb: the fact that only women held high office. One simple, unexplained fact … and I lose my best agent!