The Stainless Steel Rat Gets Drafted
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The 25th century's most outrageous outlaw is back--and this time it means war! "Slippery Jim" diGriz, better known as the Stainless Steel Rat, is seeking revenge for the murder of his mentor-in-crime. But to do so, he must join an army and oppose its iron-fisted dictator--and keep a planet from being enslaved. HC: Spectra.
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That should cheer General Zennor up! So plan number two must now be put into effect. For what I had to do next I needed a bit more rank. There would be no slow crawl up through the noncommissioned ranks this time. I had tasted the heady glory of being an officer and I was spoiled forever. So I headed for the lair of those brightly-plumaged birds of prey: the officers’ club. I found it by backtracking the drunks. The higher the rank the stronger the booze; this was the army way. I passed a
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thanks are mine. What do you study in school?” “Vulcanology. I just love the magma and the scoria, then when you go down thefumerole…” “Yes. You must tell me of those burning pleasures. Later. ” “Of course—there is my brother now.” I think that it was a special train that they laid on. Just two cars and no other passengers. Morton looked guilty—but glad as well that he wasn’t going back to Bellegarrique. I waved him a stiff goodbye with my cane and climbed shakily aboard. I was ancient and
say no. Just to stimulate thinking, you realize. “I’m not too well stocked at the present moment. There is some wine, but it must be four hundred years old at least. Vintage with a vengeance, you might say.” “We can only try!” The table stopped at my elbow and I blew dust from the bottle, then activated the electronic corkscrew which managed to extract the truly ancient cork without breaking it. I poured and sniffed and gasped. “Never—never smelled anything like that before!” And it tasted