Revolt was brewing on Venus, led by the descendant of the first Earthmen to land. Svan was the leader making the final plans--plotting them a bit too well. The Officer of the Deck was pleased as he returned to the main lock. There was no reason why everything shouldn't have been functioning perfectly, of course, but he was pleased to have it confirmed, all the same. The Executive Officer was moodily smoking a cigarette in the open lock, staring out over the dank Venusian terrain at the native town. He turned.…
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