_It wasn't love of adventure that forced Caine onto Venus' forbidden Purple Plateau. Oh, no. But there was a wench named Cice--a five-imaged wench--who could make the heart of any pilot leap crazily through the Galaxy._ This was Nicholas Caine's last run and he didn't like it. It didn't look right or feel right or taste right. Even the small jetcopter felt sluggish to his touch. He was getting it down too fast and up too slow. But that, he knew, was really caused by his nerves. Usually he was as cold about these jaunts as a piece of newly chipped ice; this was his business. But today was different.…
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