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So far we had not laid eyes on a Han. The tower seemed deserted. Blash and Gaunt, however, assured me that there would be at least one man on "duty" in the military offices, though he would probably be asleep, and two or three in the library proper and the projectoscope plant.
"We've got to put them out of commission," I said. "Did you bring the ‘dope' cans, Wilma?"