too much delay between my orders to you and execution! I order you to let me fly this machine." Either that would be enough to overcome Gervad's First Law resistance, or it would not. Justen twisted the knob that shifted flight control to his console and cut the speedbrakes, and Gervad made no effort to stop him. Well, that was at least one minor victory. The aircar began to drop faster again.
Justen watched eagerly out the viewscreen, watching for the snatch car to come back into view below them. He spotted it again just as it was about to touch down, moving fast enough that the landing would be little more than a controlled crash.
And at that moment, Justen had an object lesson in the distinct disadvantage of having a human pilot. Humans could take risks, all right-but sometimes risky choices went wrong. The snatch car was plainly braking as hard it could, but just as plainly, it wasn't hard enough. The ground was coming up fast under it, too fast.
The snatch car landed ten meters from Lentrall' s bench with a crash that was plainly audible even in Justen's aircar. It slammed down hard, bottoming out the shock absorbers on its landing jacks and lurching a good fifteen meters back up into the air, its port side angling high up into the air, until it seemed all but inevitable that the craft would topple over and slam back into the ground on its side.
Somehow, the pilot managed to regain control of the craft and bring it upright. The snatch pilot held the aircar in a hover for a moment or two, during which time Justen managed to dodge around the snatch car and put his own vehicle down, in a hard but passable landing, so close to Lentrall's bench that he nearly clipped it with his rear landing jack.
Justen popped the cover on a rarely-used part of the control panel and pulled up on a red lever, unlimbering the aircar's topside swivel blaster. Justen powered up the targeting system and locked the gun on the snatch car just as its pilot finally managed to bring it in for a safe-if ugly-landing. Its portside rear landing jack seemed to have collapsed slightly.
"Sir! I cannot permit you to fire on a craft with humans aboard."
"I'm not going to shoot!" Justen said. Not unless I have to, he told himself. "And please note that I am targeting their propulsion systems, not their control cabin. I just want to intimidate them, make them know we mean business. I promise you I won't fire." Breaking a promise to a robot didn't amount to much, if it came to that.
"But sir-"
"Quiet!" There were times that the benefits of robot labor was not worth the effort required to negotiate the robot's cooperation.
Not that there was time to worry about such things at the moment. The snatch car hadn't given up yet. Not completely. Justen could see the pilot, a hard-faced woman, and he saw the look of surprise on her face as she spotted the swivel blaster aimed at her craft. But surprise did not keep her from reacting quickly. She popped her own topside gun-and aimed it straight through the viewscreen of Justen's aircar, straight at his head, leaving him looking straight down the barrel of a most powerful-looking blaster.
Suddenly they were both down. Suddenly things had stopped happening. Suddenly it was quiet. And suddenly he didn't dare move a muscle unless he wanted to die. Justen didn't think he had even seen anything bigger than that blaster in his life-and he had never heard anything louder than the pounding of his own heart. But fear could kill him. He had to remain calm, clear, focused. He shifted his gaze from the barrel of the gun to the face of the pilot. It was easy to imagine that the willingness to shoot was plain in her expression.
Justen heard movement to his left. "Don't move!" Justen said to Gervad, without moving his head or looking away from the blaster cannon aimed at him. The robot, of course, was about to interpose his body between Justen and the gun. "That thing could burn through you to me in half a millisecond, and if you blocked my view, she might decide it was worth it to shoot me when I couldn't see to shoot back."
"But sir!" Justen clenched his teeth in anger. "Quiet!" he said. "Any action you could take would put me in further danger." It was