Mission: Earth Voyage of Vengeance

by Ron L. Hubbard

  He was convinced! He was not going to query the Countess Krak! For once my unprepossessing looks had stood me in good stead!

  I glanced nervously through a port at the dock. No sign of Heller or Krak.

  "Sail at once," I ordered Bitts.

  "Well, we're all right for fuel and water," he said. "But we don't have any fresh provisions. It will take a little while to get some from the chandler."

  "My heart is so broken," I said, "that I can't stand the sight of this town another minute. Sail without them."

  "How many in your party?" he said. "Just you? I ought to file a crew list."

  "Omit it," I said.

  "Where we going?" he said.

  "Anywhere outside the United States."

  "Bermuda. I can get provisions at Saint George, Bermuda."

  "Good," I said, glancing out the port. "SAIL!"

  "You didn't tell me how many there were in your party."

  "Two. My niece and her boyfriend. SAIL!"

  "Do you have any baggage?"

  "It's on the dock. Send your crew racing down to grab it and get this ship to sea. My heart won't stand much more of this. SAIL!"

  "You're the owner," he said.

  At last!

  I raced out. I looked up and down the dock. Still no sign of anyone pursuing. I saw a telephone cable to the ship. Oh, Gods, the Countess Krak might phone the captain.

  Four crewmen came down the gangplank, followed by the Chief Steward. They began to shift the tattered baggage aboard.

  "Hey, what's this?" said Teenie, having finally gotten my attention. She was pointing at the Golden Sunset.

  "It's my yacht," I said.

  "Well, Jesus Christ," she said. "That's the biggest God (bleeped) yacht I ever saw. Man, you run this white-slave ring in style!"

  "Go aboard," I begged her. "And take Madison with you."

  The Chief Steward said, "The young lady, sir. I take it she goes in the owner's suite?"

  "No way!" I said. "Give her one of her own. And give that young man another one." My eyes were on that phone cable going up to the ship. It was still connected! Krak could still call.

  I grabbed Raht. I had seized Krak's activator-receiver and 831 Relayer from a box. I pushed them into his hands.

  "The woman's eye bug," he said. "I'll put it with the man's, back on the Empire State antenna. You better keep Crobe's. He'll be back at the base by now."

  "I'm giving the orders around here," I snarled at him. "Take this." I pushed the Teenie letter to Adora and Candy at him. "See that it is mailed in two days to the apartment: that won't make the disappearance coin­cidental."

  "Ah," he said. "You ARE kidnapping her. I swear, Officer Gris, you do the craziest things. Of what possible use to you is a teen-age Earth girl? Thin as a rail. No (bleeps). Leaping around. You could get into trouble, kidnapping her."

  "You got no idea how much trouble she could be if I DIDN'T kidnap her," I said. "Shows you're not experienced in this profession at all. In addition to the charms you mention, she's also a pathological liar and even believes she sees things that aren't there. It's NOT kidnapping her that would cause trouble. So when I need you to teach me my business, I'll tell you." Riffraff. Always getting out of line.

  I hastily wrote out a note. "Now see that this gets to Fatten, Farten, Burstein and Ooze, the advertising firm, today without fail."

  He took it and read it. It said:

  F. F. B. O.,

  The jig is up on Madison. He has just been murdered and his car is at the end of the dock under Brooklyn Bridge, fathoms deep. Know positively the enemy is going to blow up 42 Mess Street. Close that operation at once.

  Smith

  "Why this?" said Raht.

  "Covers the trail," I said.

  "Yes, but doesn't that leave this whole Whiz Kid campaign up in the air?"

  "You knew about this?"

  "I have a bug on the Royal officer," said Raht.

  "Well, the Whiz Kid double is in their hands," I said. "They know who has been shooting at them. We've got to cover the trail."

  "I get it," said Raht. "You've abandoned your orders from Lombar Hisst."

  I peered at him. With a sudden shock it occurred to me that he might be the unknown spy that was supposed to kill me if I failed. I snarled at him, "No, I haven't! This is just a strategic withdrawal to regroup forces. I mean to counterattack."

  "It looks like you're the one getting attacked," said Raht. "And if you take this yacht the woman bought, she'll have you followed!"

  He had a point! Hastily, I scribbled another note. "Send this as a radiogram," I said. "To her condo address."

  He read it. It said:

  MADAM.

  REGRET TO INFORM YOU YACHT HAS BEEN INDUCTED INTO THE TURKISH NAVY.

  THERE'S NOTHING ANYONE CAN DO ABOUT IT.

  HAVE SAILED FOR TURKEY. SORRY.

  CAPT. BITTS

  I thought it was pretty clever. The last place in the world I would go was Turkey.

  Captain Bins himself was at my side now. "Sir, the pilot is aboard and the tug is on its way. We're singled up on lines and ready to cast off." He saluted and went up the gangway to await me on the deck.

  I said to Raht, "I'm sailing now. I won't be back to the U. S."

  "Can I count on that?" said Raht.

  I ignored his insolence. "You can count on the eventual demise of that Royal officer and that (bleeped) woman," I said.

  I glanced along the dock. There was no sign of Heller or Krak. And then something caught my eye. The dock telephone man had parted the cable!

  I could make it!

  I rushed up the gangplank and they swung it away.

  The tug was there.

  Lines came off the dock bollards.

  Space gaped wider and wider between the hull and the pier.

  Still no sign of Heller or Krak.

  I had made it!

  The props were stirring a froth of river water at our stern.

  We were headed for sea!

  I stood and watched Manhattan fade away.

  For the first time in weeks my heart began to beat normally.

  I WAS STILL ALIVE! I WAS FREE!

  Yes, I had outwitted them.

  Not only that, but I had escaped the vile clutches of those ex-lesbians who had become my wives.

  What I had told Raht had not been a lie. I had time now to regroup my forces and return to the attack.

  And I would have been even further cheered as I boarded the ship-had my premonition cells been more active-cozy in the knowledge there would come a time when the vicious Countess Krak would be lying, helpless as putty, in my vengeful hands.

  I was still master of the fate of Earth.

  Lombar and Rockecenter still reigned in the Heavens.

  I chuckled. I had won this round. And because I had, millions would suffer.

  It was a lovely spring afternoon.

  It promised a future very bright for me. And very dark indeed for Heller and the Countess Krak and Earth.

  PART FIFTY-SIX

  Chapter 1

  The Golden Sunset plowed through the gentle swell, a white dream ship on a blue ocean, followed by the flashing wings and calls of gulls. We were headed southeast-wards for Bermuda and had already left Sandy Hook behind.

  To a man just freed from bondage, it was glorious to be aboard, even though I usually hated the sea.

  When the coastline seemed too far away for me to be stopped, I went along the panelled passageways to the owner's suite.

  I thought I could detect a faint perfume and flinched. It reminded me of the Countess Krak.

  The steward was waiting for me.

  "The perfume!" I said. "You didn't clean this place when the concubine left."

  "A lovely lady, sir. But that isn't a lady's perfume. I've drawn the master a bath. You're smelling the bath salts."

  "I don't need a bath!" I said indignantly. I had better get this riffraff in its place fast.

  "Oh, of course not,
" he said. "But it would be so nice to wash the last vestiges of the shore away."

  He had a point.

  I went into the beautifully panelled bathroom: the tub was feet high in bubbles. Before I could object he had stripped my clothes off and I was in the tub.

  Then he peeled the bandages off my face. "That's a very nasty wound, sir. Mr. Haggarty give it to you?"

  "I fell on a skateboard."

  "Well, that's original anyway," the steward said. "I saw it coming, you know. The way your concubine talked about him, it was obvious she was in love."

  "Don't talk about her!" I said.

  "Of course, sir. It's pretty hard for somebody with only money to recommend him, to hold his own against a dashing figure like Mr. Haggarty."

  "Don't talk about him, either!" I shouted.

  "Ah, yes," he said. "I can see it is a very painful sub­ject. What did he hit you with?"

  "Will you shut up!" I cried.

  "Of course, sir. I didn't mean to pry. But don't be downcast. The world is full of women."

  "Too (bleeped) full!" I grated. "That's why I'm at sea."

  "Then welcome to the club, sir. That's why most sailors go to sea. Now, if you will just hold still, I'll shave you and then we'll rebandage that wound he gave you. Five stitches! My, my! Just lie there and soak in case you collected any more bruises. I put Epsom salts in the water along with the bubble bath just in case."

  There was no handling this monomaniac. I was afraid to venture further remarks. I was puzzled as to where he got the idea there had been a love spat and a beat-up, but suddenly recalled that that was what I had told the captain. News certainly got around this ship in an awful hurry. I'd have to remember that.

  Wrapped at last in a huge bath towel, I was stood before the wardrobe. "I unpacked for you," the steward said. "You seem to have left in a hurry, as you don't have any yachting clothes. However, we can remedy that in Bermuda and I was relieved to see that you at least brought a dinner jacket. But we can dress later in that. Right now, I've laid out some hiking shorts and they'll have to do."

  The old Jew who had sold me such a large wardrobe hadn't guessed I'd be going to sea. A German Tyrolean pair of leather pants and embroidered suspenders really didn't fit the part very well.

  Stepping out into the passageway, I collided with the Chief Steward. "Oh, dear," he said, "we'll have to get you some proper clothes in Bermuda. But never mind, Mr. Bey, we'll do all we can to make your cruise a success and mend your broken heart. Such a beautiful concubine. I don't blame you for throwing it all up and tearing off to sea. But, never mind, what I have to know is for the benefit of the chef. We haven't much that is fresh but we do have some things in the freezer. For din­ner, he proposes Russian eggs, bouillabaisse, Rainbow Trout Montana, Venison Sauerbraten, Snow Peas Persian, Neopolitan Flambeaux with assorted Danish pastries, Gourmandise cheese and Bavarian Mocha. I know it is a little plain, but we were caught a bit short. Will it do?"

  "Yes," I said, realizing suddenly I hadn't really eaten well since I left Turkey.

  "Now, as to the wine..."

  "No wine!" I said. "I'm a teetotaler!"

  "Ah," he said. "Against your religion."

  "And everything else," I said firmly.

  "Does that apply to your niece and her fiance?"

  "Let them drown in it," I said.

  "Of course, sir. Now, here is the sports director. I must leave you to enjoy your cruise."

  "I have a program all drawn up for you," said the sports director, pacing along beside me as I walked to the deck.

  "Tear it up," I said. "I believe only in spectator sports."

  "Well, now," he said. "That is pretty drastic. I should have thought, from that wound he gave you, that you'd be itching to get in shape and take on that CIA man."

  I shuddered with horror at the thought of going up against Heller hand to hand!

  "I am of a peaceful disposition," I said. "Live and let live."

  "Well, seeing that he stole your woman, sir, that's a lot more peaceful than I could ever get. He won all our money, too. I was sort of hoping to arrange a return match."

  "Not using me!" I said. "You have no idea how peaceful I am. A veritable dove. Olive branches spout from my teeth. Christian, too. Turn the other cheek."

  "I thought you were a Moslem," he said. "You just told the Chief Steward you were off liquor because of religion. No, Mr. Bey, you must realize that the physical well-being of our owner is my responsibility when he is at sea. And when I see flab developing..."

  "What flab?"

  "The rubber tire you're getting around your waist."

  "Where?"

  "There."

  "Ouch."

  "You see? Office life has made you soft," he said. "You are far too young for that. I propose, to begin, ten laps around the promenade deck right now and we'll start in earnest tomorrow morning in the gym. Shall we say about nine?"

  He started pacing alongside me as I ran around the promenade deck. After five laps I was panting, so I grabbed at the rail, pretending an interest in the sea.

  "Why is the ship so level?" I panted.

  "Stabilizers, both fore and aft pitch and athwartship roll. Two sets. She's like a billiard table except in storms. So now if we can just finish these last five laps..."

  I was absolutely gasping for air.

  With him pushing with both hands against my back, we made it. I flopped over the rail, looking down at the water creaming by twenty feet below. "I don't think I can take this," I wheezed.

  "We can't have the owner demising from cardiac arrest due to extreme deskosis ashore," he said.

  "Cardiac arrest?" I said.

  "Certainly. The shape you've let yourself get into, it's imminent."

  "It sure is," I said, listening to my blood pounding out my eardrums.

  "But never mind," he said. "Steam baths, good food, vitamins on the table and a stiff program carried out every day and we won't have to bury you at sea. So beginning tomorrow morning, we'll get the program really going. Right now, I should think you would like to join your niece and her fiance for a swim before dinner."

  "Where are they?" I said.

  "Well, they may still be down in the race track. I've never seen anybody skateboard quite like your niece. And her fiance seems to be a complete madman with a racing car."

  "It's his general state," I said.

  "Well, the way he was chasing her with the racing car, I left a crewman on duty there in case we had to clean up a wreck."

  "Yikes!" I said. "Whatever you do, don't let her get killed! That would be fatal!"

  "I'll remind her that you are concerned," said the sports director. "Now I suggest you go up to the sunpool and loll a bit. I'll go down to the race track and hurry them up."

  I climbed the ladder with difficulty to the sunpool deck. But it was worth the effort. The aquamarine water lapped at the Roman frieze that surrounded it. Reclining chairs with shades sat about. I collapsed in one. Gentle mood music soothed my nerves. The sea all about was a lovely scene in the afternoon sun.

  It was the first time I had really relaxed for months! I basked. This was the life! Leagues from the madding throng. Far beyond the reach of dramatic turmoil. The peace was so thick, it lay on one like a blanket. Even the throb of engines was a lulling undertone.

  A shriek!

  Teenie came tearing up a ladder and went around the pool like a spinning mouse!

  She had on some bikini pants and nothing else. Even her ponytail was undone.

  A guffaw!

  Madison, in a pair of shorts, came racing after her!

  "Last one in's a rotten egg!" screamed Teenie. She raced up the diving board and SPLASH! A wave of water hit me. SPLASH! Another wave hit me as Madison went in!

  Teenie hadn't come up.

  She grabbed Madison's legs from below and pulled him under.

  They surfaced. They batted tidal waves of water at each other. They hit me!

  "FOR GODS' SAKES!" I ye
lled. "You're drowning me!"

  They both bobbed, suddenly silent. They looked at each other. They raced to the side of the pool. They surged out.

  They grabbed me, one on either side, and THREW ME IN!

  I couldn't protest. My mouth was too full of water. And every time I tried to talk, Teenie pushed me under again!

  Probably the only thing which saved me from drowning was the multiple-tone chime being struck by a steward.

  "Dinner will be served in half an hour," he said. "This is the warning bell so that you can dress."

  "Dress?" said Teenie.

  "Dress!" I snarled. "You can't go running around this ship bare-(bleep) naked!"

  "It's customary," said Madison. "Things are done differently at sea."

  "Dress in what?" said Teenie, bobbing in the water.

  "In an evening dress!" I bellowed at her.

  She looked up at the sky, which was becoming painted with the scarlet of sunset. "Well, it is evening," she said. "But that's when you take OFF your clothes, not put them on!"

  "I'll help you," said Madison.

  Oh, was I suddenly cheered! My luck was holding all the way. Madison and Teenie were hitting it off and Madison would keep her out of my bed.

  Despite the determination of the crew to run my life, this was not turning out badly after all.

  I supposed myself to be miles from my enemies and safe.

  Totally unsuspecting what the future held in store, I went below to dress for dinner.

  Chapter 2

  In the ornate dining salon, Teenie and Madison laughed all the way through dinner.

  He had helped her dress. He had found a door curtain with a nautical design and had draped it around her so that it looked like an off-the-shoulder evening gown of sorts.

  He was showing her which spoon and which fork to eat what with, while the Chief Steward looked on indulgently and saw to the service.

  Eventually they got down to the coffee and were so stuffed they had to stop laughing. It was a relief.

  "You were talking about outlaws, this afternoon," said Teenie to Mad. "I just remembered that the place where I lived in New York, Tudor City, was once upon a time an outlaw hangout. Used to be known as 'Corcoran's Roost.' Paddy Corcoran, the notorious bandit, used to live there until they caught up with him."