The Janus Syndrome
"A freewheeling intergalactic agent trained to troubleshoot the hot spots of space... wild escapades that find him fending off the advances of a bevy of extraterrestrial beauties, fighting shoulder to tentacle with a madcap collection of alien companions... leading to an all out war against the deadliest beings in the universe -- a race known only as The Enemy."
(c)1981, 2007 by Steven E. McDonald. Originally published by Bantam Books, 1981.
Approx. 92,356 words.
ore from crawling on the sidewalk.
I wiped my hands down the sides of my pants and looked through the glass, watching for a moment. The cops weren't doing too well; a couple of them were stretched out, and the rest were simply blasting away with no hope of hitting him.
They needed a tactical squad, and, if my guess was good, one might even be gearing up now. They didn't know what they were up against.
I did.
I dropped down and crept back to Kerry, passing on the situation as I settled down. I added, "He's going to massacre those cops unless somebody takes a bomb to him."
She looked at me. "You're offering?"
"Well, you aren't." I picked up her jacket and ripped out two Bullets, passed one to her. "There's your ticket home."
"Hoo-ha, Area Fourteen is going to have words with me." She took the Bullet, held it up to look at it. "I wasn't supposed to have that needle-spitter, you know."
"Those Enemy cats weren't supposed to have those lasers either," I said,
