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The Penal Cluster By Randall Garrett

The Penal Cluster

By Randall Garrett

  • Release Date: 2015-04-22
  • Genre: High Tech Sci-Fi
  • $0.99
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Even hardened veterans of the Psychodeviant Police don't look forward to the possibility of having their minds taken over, controlled by some outside force. It had never happened to Houston, but he knew that Arthmore had been through the experience once. It evidently wasn't pleasant. By the time the dapper baronet stepped out of the machine and paid his driver, the whole area was surrounded by and filled with the well-armed, silent, and careful agents of the Psychodeviant Police. Poor fish, Houston thought wryly. Another Controller had been apprehended by the Psychodeviant Police. Another deviant, already tried and found guilty, was ready to be exiled from Earth and imprisoned on one of the Penal Asteroids. There's just one thing I'd like to know, Houston thought blackly. What in the hell's going on?
From the text “The clipped British voice said, in David Houston's ear, I'm quite sure he's one. He's cashing a check for a thousand pounds. Keep him under surveillance. Houston didn't look up immediately. He simply stood there in the lobby of the big London bank, filling out a deposit slip at one of the long, high desks. When he had finished, he picked up the slip and headed towards the teller's cage. Ahead of him, standing at the window, was a tall, impeccably dressed, aristocratic-looking man with graying hair. "The man in the tweeds?" Houston whispered. His voice was so low that it was inaudible a foot away, and his lips scarcely moved. But the sensitive microphone in his collar picked up the voice and relayed it to the man behind the teller's wicket. That's him, said the tiny speaker hidden in Houston's ear. The fine-looking chap in the tweeds and bowler. "Got him," whispered Houston.

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