Scorio

Scorio scuttled away on hands and knees, yelping with terror.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

Scorio screamed and beat with his fists against the wall of force that had suddenly formed about him.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

"Why, Manning and Page ..." said Scorio, and then stopped.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

One out to the dreaded Vulcan Fleet, one to the Outpost, one to the Titan prison, and one to the hell-hole on Vesta, while Scorio had gone to a little mountain set in a Venus swamp.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

He grinned at Scorio, but the grin was lopsided, more like a sneering grimace.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

Scrambling to his feet, Scorio gibbered madly, for the six-inch figure was growing.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

Back in the room hung with steel-cloth curtains, alone, Scorio lit a cigarette and chuckled.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

"There's a thousand rounds in each drum," snapped Scorio, "but they last only a minute, so do your firing in bursts."

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

He turned his back on Scorio and started to walk away.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946

Manning had taken Scorio and his gangsters one by one and sent them to far corners of the Solar System.

Empire Clifford D. Simak 1946