When the interstellar diplomats and the space fleets can't handle the job, it's up to Department 99.
He found himself facing a heavy man whose bleached crewcut and tanned features bespoke much time spent outdoors. Very beautiful eyes of a dark gray-blue regarded him steadily until Westervelt felt a panicky urge to run.
Instead, he cleared his throat and gave Smith's message. Lydman always had the same effect upon him for the first few minutes, although he seemed to like Westervelt better than anyone else at the office, even to the point of inviting him home for weekends of swimming.
Castor P. Smith sat at the head of a steel and plastic table in the conference room, whistling thoughtfully as he waited for his assistants. Next door in the communications room, the tortured tune his lips emitted would have been treated as deliberate jamming. Simonett
Possibly the worst story I've ever read. Had to skip over at least 50% of it to keep from boring myself to death. There is no real point to the story, no real protagonist, and no sense of accomplishment at the end.
Do yourself a big favor and skip this one.
The D-99 team specializes in the rescue of Terran citizens from off-planet prisons. OK read, but I don't think the author took full advantage of an interesting idea.