 What would have likely happened if Tony had attempted to apprehend and remove Retief himself?
Since they've met no opposition so far in their infiltration of Terrestrial space, they intend to seize Jorgensen's Worlds by force." Magnan leaned back, waiting for Retief's reaction. "This is open aggression, Retief," he said, "in case I haven't made myself clear. "I have here," he said solemnly, "information which will change that picture completely." "All right, Mr. Councillor," Retief said. "This is no occasion for flippancy, Retief. "I'll carry it, sealed," Retief said. "If it's trapped for destruction, I suppose—" "I've heard of these Jorgensen's Worlds," Retief said. Overall policy calls for a defense of these backwater worlds. Retief opened the envelope Magnan handed him and looked at the tickets inside. "I'll tell you what," Retief said soberly. "But—" Retief picked up his suitcase and walked away toward the glare sign reading To Gates 16-30 . Retief followed the signs, threaded his way through crowds, found a covered ramp with the number 228 posted over it. Retief pulled a paper from an inside pocket, handed it over. Retief put his suitcase carefully on the floor, took a step and drove a right into the guard's midriff. He picked up his bag, stepped over the man and went up the gangway into the ship. Retief made his way along the narrow hall, found signs, followed them to cabin fifty-seven. A tall, florid man with an expensive coat belted over a massive paunch stood in the open door, looking at Retief. They maneuvered it through the door, lowered it, glanced at Retief and went out. A gaunt leathery-skinned man wearing white ducks, a blue turtleneck sweater and a peaked cap tilted raffishly over one eye stared at Retief. The thick-necked man edged past him, looked at Retief and snorted, "That's him, sure." "When you can spare the time from your other duties," Retief said, "take a look at Section Three, Paragraph One, of the Uniform Code. One of the two wiped his nose on a sleeve, spat on his right palm, and stepped forward, then hesitated. III Four waiters passed Retief's table without stopping. At a table across the room, the Captain, now wearing a dress uniform and with his thin red hair neatly parted, sat with a table of male passengers.
 He would see the same fate as the others who had stood against Retief
 He would see the same fate as the others who had stood against Retief  Retief would have backed off and accepted he was not welcome  Retief would have communicated with him and solved their issue  Tony would have won any kind of fight by using his weapon