Across the room from me were three soldiers. The guard. Much prestige attached to them, and my black dress outfit should rate as high as any uniform in the galaxy. But let me first show you the rest of the bombs, so you wont get any strange ideas about co-operating. While drowning my sorrows in a bottle of distilled spirits the solution to this dilemma finally struck me. Also a couple of clerks with transcribers. You didnt think I was the local police, did you? They have orders to shoot you on sight. I had to take a chance that it hadnt been bugged since then.