The Administrators of the Solar System were as deadly as a Hydra-monster to those who sought freedom. Then came the Falcon and his outlaw Brood, fighting with the strangest weapon the Universe had ever seen--only to find that their existence lay in the slender hands of a girl with a Judas kiss. Curt Varga watched lazily from a shadowed corner of the Martian _gailang_ night club, his space-tanned left hand toying with a frosted glass of _cahnde_, and his right hand making cryptic marks with a radi-stylus upon the scrap of gold paper before him.…
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