Johnny got mad. “You keep my family out of this!”
“Think of them, man.”
“Shut up. Get back to your hole. I feel a need to scratch and this whole shebang might just explode in your lap.”
2
JOHNNY SAT UP with a start. He had dozed, his hand hadn’t let go the sling, but he had the shakes when he thought about it.
Maybe he should disarm the bomb and depend on their not daring to dig him out? But Towers’ neck was already in hock for treason; Towers might risk it. If he did and the bomb were disarmed, Johnny would be dead and Towers would have the bombs. No, he had gone this far; he wouldn’t let his baby girl grow up in a dictatorship just to catch some sleep.
He heard the Geiger counter clicking and remembered having used the suppressor circuit The radioactivity in the room must be increasing, perhaps from scattering the “brain” circuits-the circuits were sure to be infected; they had lived too long too close to plutonium. He dug out his film.
The dark area was spreading toward the red line.
He put it back and said, “Pal, better break this deadlock or you are going to shine like a watch dial.” It was a figure of speech; infected animal tissue does not glow-it simply dies, slowly.
The TV screen lit up; Towers’ face appeared. “Dahlquist? I want to talk to you.”
“Go fly a kite.”
“Let’s admit you have us inconvenienced.”
“Inconvenienced, hell-I’ve got you stopped.”
“For the moment I’m arranging to get more bombs-”
“Liar.”
“-but you are slowing us up. I have a proposition.”
“Not interested.”
“Wait. When this is over I will be chief of the world government. If you cooperate, even now, I will make you my administrative head.”
Johnny told him what to do with it. Towers said, “Don’t be stupid. What do you gain by dying?”
Johnny grunted. “Towers, what a prime stinker you are. You spoke of my family. I’d rather see them dead than living under a two-bit Napoleon like you. Now go away-I’ve got some thinking to do.”
Towers switched off.
Johnny got out his film again. It seemed no darker but it reminded, him forcibly that time was running out. He was hungry and thirsty-and he could not stay awake forever. It took four days to get a ship up from Earth; he could not expect rescue any sooner. And he wouldn’t last four days-once the darkening spread past the red line he was a goner.
His only chance was to wreck the bombs beyond repair, and get out-before that film got much darker.
He thought about ways, then got busy. He hung a weight on the sling, tied a line to it. If Towers blasted the door, he hoped to jerk the rig loose before he died.
There was a simple, though arduous, way to wreck the bombs beyond any capacity of Moon Base to repair them. The heart of each was two hemispheres of plutonium, their flat surfaces polished smooth to permit perfect contact when slapped together. Anything less would prevent the chain reaction on which atomic explosion depended.
Johnny started taking apart one of the bombs.
He had to bash off four lugs, then break the glass envelope around the inner assembly. Aside from that the bomb came apart easily. At last he had in front of him two gleaming, mirror-perfect half globes.
A blow with the hammer-and one was no longer perfect. Another blow and the second cracked like glass; he had tapped its crystalline structure just right.
Hours later, dead tired, he went back to the armed bomb. Forcing himself to steady down, with extreme care he disarmed it. Shortly its silvery hemispheres too were useless. There was no longer a usable bomb in the room-but huge fortunes in the most valuable, most poisonous, and most deadly metal in the known world were spread around the floor.
Johnny looked at the deadly stuff. “Into your suit and out of here, son,” he said aloud. “I wonder what Towers will say?”
He walked toward the rack, intending to hang up the hammer. As he passed, the Geiger counter chattered wildly.