McFee was speaking. “Leaders, I have been ordered to transmit to you great news!” He paused. “The Change is upon us.”
They stirred, alert, attentive. Hamilton sat up. Hell’s delight! he thought, the ship about to raise and I have to be saddled with that holy fool Cliff. “Bournby!”
“Yes, sir.”
“You and your section-prime communications. Here’s your spool. Memorize it at once. You’ll cooperate with the chief of propaganda.” “Right.”
“Steinwitz, your section is assigned to Power Center. Take your spool. Harrickson!”
“Yes, sir.”
It went on and on, Hamilton listened with half his mind, face impassive, while he tried to think himself out of his predicament. Mordan had to be warned-that was primary! — at the earliest possible moment at which he could break clear. After that, if there was some way to save the fool from his folly, he would try it. “Hamilton!” “Yes, sir.”
“Special assignment. You will — ”
“Just a moment, Chief. Something has come to my attention that constitutes a danger to the movement.”
“Yes?” McFee’s manner was impatient and frosty. “Junior member Monroe-Alpha. I want him assigned to me.”
“Impossible. Attend your orders.”
“I am not being undisciplined,” Hamilton stated evenly. “I happen to know this man better than any of you. He is erratic and inclined to be hysterical. He’s a deviant type, but personally devoted to me. I want him where I can keep an eye on him.”
McFee tapped the table impatiently. “Utterly impossible. Your zeal exceeds your sense of subordination. Don’t repeat the error. Furthermore, if what you say is true, he is better off where he is-you couldn’t use him. Mosely-you’re his section leader. Watch him. If necessary, burn him down.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now, Hamilton — ” Hamilton realized with sinking heart that his attempt to find a way out for Monroe-Alpha had simply placed his friend in greater jeopardy. He was snapped to attention by McFee’s succeeding words. “At the time of action, you will get yourself admitted to the Moderator for Genetics-Mordan. Burn him down at once, being particularly careful not to give him a chance to draw.”
“I know his speed,” Hamilton said dryly.
McFee relaxed a trifle. “You need no help on the assignment, as you are one man who can get in to see him easily-as you and I know.”
“That’s correct.”
“So it’s just as well that you haven’t been assigned a section. I imagine you’ll enjoy this assignment; you have a personal interest, I think.” He favored Hamilton with a sly smile.
Very, very small pieces, thought Hamilton. But he managed an appropriately grim smile and answered, “There’s something in what you say.”
“Ah, yes! That’s all, gentlemen. No one is to leave until I give the word-then by ones and twos. To your sections!”
“When do we start?” someone ventured.
“Read your spools.”
Hamilton stopped McFee on the way to the lounge. “I have no spool. When is the zero time?”
“Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, it hasn’t been assigned yet. Be ready from now on. Stay where you can be reached.”
“Here?”
“No. At your apartment.”
“I’ll leave, then.”
“No, don’t. Leave when the rest do. Come have a drink with me and help me relax. What was that song about the Rocket Pilot’s Children? It tickled me.”
Hamilton spent the next hour helping The Great Man relax.
Monroe-Alpha’s section was dismissed shortly before McFee released them. Hamilton used his new seniority to see to it that he and his friend were among the first groups to filter out. Once outside Monroe-Alpha, tense and excited by the prospect of action, started to babble. “Shut up,” Hamilton snapped.
“Why, Felix!”
“Do as you’re told,” he said savagely. “To your apartment.”
Monroe-Alpha continued in sulky silence, which was just as well. Hamilton wanted no talk with him until he had him alone. In the meantime he had his eye open for a telephone. The distance was short-a few flights and a short slide-away. They passed two booths. The first was occupied, the second showed a glowing transparency: OUT OF SERVICE. He swore to himself and continued.
They passed a monitor, but he despaired of getting his message across to a routine-indoctrinated mind. They hurried on to Monroe-Alpha’s home. Once inside and the door sealed behind them, Hamilton stepped quickly to his friend’s side and relieved him of his weapon before Monroe-Alpha had time to realize what he was up to.