![]() ![]() Both were specialists, drafted for work in a super-specialty, with military rank for convenience and, considering the applications of the field, somewhat out of necessity.īoth had the CMDF insignia. He wore his uniform with the same indefinable unnaturalness that the other did. His sandy hair lay back smoothly but his short, graying mustache bristled. “Nearly got me that time,” said Colonel Donald Reid, calmly. He tried to bend the paper clip he was manhandling back into shape and it flicked out of his hand. Carter’s eyes were pouchy and the corners of his mouth sagged. General Alan Carter looked up glumly when the colonel walked in. The passenger didn’t look particularly striking or impressive, but at the moment, he was the most important man in the world. ![]() He glanced at the only other man in the large passenger cabin-napping for the moment, with his chin buried in his chest. The agent aboard knew that his part of the job wouldn’t be finished till the plane touched down and that the last hour would be the longest. It nosed through the cloud banks on a trip that took it twelve hours where five might have sufficed with a rocket-powered supersonic. It was an old plane, a four-engine plasma jet that had been retired from active service, and it came in along a route that was neither economical nor particularly safe. ![]()
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