of a hallway thirty feet away, pitched her the old flourish and followed it up with a bow. Excellent manners these guard boys had! Trigger gave him a smile. "Coming," she said. Junior Scientist Rak and his advisory committee—two other young men and a young woman—were waiting in the conference room for her. They all stood up when she came in. This room marked the border of their territory; they would have violated several League rules by venturing out into the hall through which Trigger had entered. And that would have been unthinkable. Rak did the talking, as on the previous occasions when Trigger had met with this group. The advisory committee simply sat there and watched him. As far as Trigger could figure it, they were present at these sessions only to check Rak if it looked as if he were about to commit some ghastly indiscretion. "We were wondering, Miss Farn," Rak said questioningly, "whether you have the authority to requisition additional University League guards for the Plasmoid Project?" Trigger shook her head. "I've got no authority of any kind that I know of, as far as the League is concerned. No doubt Professor Mantelish could arrange it for you." Rak nodded. "Is it possible for you to contact Professor Mantelish?" "No," Trigger said. She smiled. "Is it possible for you to contact him?" Rak glanced around his committee as if looking for approval, then said, "No, it isn't. As a matter of fact, Miss Farn, we've been isolated here in the most curious fashion for the past few weeks." "So have I," said Miss Farn. Rak looked startled. "Oh!" he said. "We were hoping you would be willing to give us a little information." "I would," Trigger assured him, "if I had any to give. I don't, unfortunately." She considered. "Why do you feel additional League guards are required?" "We heard," Rak remarked cautiously, "that there were raiders in the Colonial School area yesterday." "Grabbers," Trigger said. "They wouldn't bother you. Your section of the project is supposed to be raidproof anyway." Rak glanced at his