By Alexander Wohnhaas
Edgar Rabe ist Söldner. Jahrelang hat er die Schlachten anderer geschlagen, bis ihn seine eigenen Dämonen einholen.
Merkwürdige Erscheinungen verfolgen ihn. Menschen, deren Augen plötzlich zu bluten beginnen. Blut und Feuer zeichnen seinen Weg. Mittellos, unfähig eine Waffe zu gebrauchen, gerät er zwischen alle Fronten, als Gangster, denen er Geld schuldet, ihn dazu zwingen, einen letzten Auftrag zu übernehmen.
Doch er beginnt seinen ganz eigenen Feldzug. Gegen die Monster, die er überall zu sehen beginnt. Bald jagen ihn Polizei, seine ehemaligen Auftraggeber und eine ganze, hysterisch gewordene Stadt. Ein unaufhaltsamer, tödlicher Kreislauf wird in Gang gesetzt, der Edgar tief in den Abgrund blicken lässt.
Einzig ein junges Mädchen aus seiner Nachbarschaft, die von einer Fußballerkarriere träumt, scheint sein wildes Herz zu beruhigen. Ist sie der Schlüssel, um sich endlich von den Schatten seiner Vergangenheit zu lösen?
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But I myself am a reserve ofﬁcer in the . ’ The policeman jerked a heavy thumb toward the offending sticker. ’ ‘Yes, Ofﬁcer. Certainly, Ofﬁcer. ’ The manager started digging with his nails at the sticker’s corners, in an attempt to peel it off. He didn’t do so well, because Terran technical superiority extended even to common adhesives. After several futile efforts, the manager threw the cop an apologetic look, went inside, came out with a knife, and tried again. This time he succeeded in tearing a small triangle from each corner, leaving the message intact.
But his greatest protection would be the mental block in every Sirian’s mind: they wouldn’t suspect that an Earthman was masquerading as a Sirian because the idea was too ridiculous to contemplate. Satisﬁed that he ﬁtted his rôle, Mowry emerged from the shelter of the trees, walked boldly across the road, and from the other side made a careful study of his exit from the forest. It was essential that he be able to remember it speedily and accurately. The forest was the screen of camouﬂage around his bolt-hole and there was no telling when he might need to dive into it in a hurry.
The chances were equally good that they’d spread the news, and gossip is the same in every part of the mighty cosmos: it gains compound interest as it goes the rounds. Within five and a half hours he’d disposed of eighty stickers without being caught in the act of affixing them. He’d taken a few risks, had a few narrow squeaks, but never was seen performing the deed. What followed the planting of the fifty-sixth sticker gave him the most satisfaction. A minor collision on the street resulted in abusive shouts between drivers and drew a mob of onlookers.