"No," said Sutton, firmly.
"All right, then. Maybe you'd tell me who has challenged you."
"Benton. Geoffrey Benton."
The robot whistled.
"Is he that good?" asked Sutton.
"All of it," the robot said.
Sutton shut the visor off.
He sat quietly in his chair, staring at the gun. Slowly he reached out a hand and picked it up. The butt fitted snugly in his hand. His finger curled around the trigger. He lifted it and sighted at the doorknob.
It was easy to handle. Almost as if it were a part of him. There was a feel of power within it…of power and mastery. As if he suddenly were stronger and greater…and more dangerous.
He sighed and laid it down.