I slicked my hair, tucked in my shirt and reported for duty. His eyes glowed with the light of duty. At least five armed guards standing around the entrance, two more inside the truck as well as the driver and his assistant. I wanted a better glimpse of the boss. I shall do nothing, I told him, with the snapped precision of an old space veteran. . This assassin was going to win as weight and remorseless strength brought the knife down. Thermocouples, galvanometers, things like that.