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Show Acting Alone Page 446 than a mere slimy-handed agent, Sam was somehow sure now - the rumor Axelrad had reported hearing whispered behind the Big Fucking Mystery Tentflap and around the encampment proper must be true, probably, sort of.) "'Lawsuit?' Don't make me laugh, son. Let the boy try. It'll be good publicity for the book. His civil rights have been all but officially attain-dered anyway: through my implanted political theorist's orders I had the neo-Nazis spare one of my missionary-trainees from the encampment to be found bleeding and half-dead by the local authorities, with orders to turn himself in to the KBI as a spy, and to specifically name our friend Axelrad as the instigator and leader and Soviet contact for the whole evil enterprise. This missionary-trainee knows that life imprisonment or execution or even deportation to the USSR would be a great honor if suffered in the service of Christ Jesus. In the effort to erect Christ's Temple here in the terrestrial kingdom, salvation can be attai -" "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Hm? - oh! Nothing. I must have dozed off. Forget it. Mere sleeptalk. Why don't you hang up so we can both get some rest, Sammy?" "What's the matter; Gramps? Too old to keep up with me? You really are getting senile, aren't you, Mr. Apoplexy Man? You babbling, drooling old Old who? A mere agent? Like the codger himself said, Don't make me laugh. Sister Polycarpana was of the opinion that some kind of well-organized, well-moneyed cultist sect was in operation here. That was why she had been able correctly to intuit that Sam was into something mortally dangerous without |