comes, I hope, and expect, brother Gildern, that our friends will never know what hit them."
"With a little luck, sir, the New Law robots will not even survive long enough to realize they have been hit."
Beddle laughed out loud, a brazen, harsh noise that clearly made Gildern uncomfortable. But that didn't matter. And it was good to know that, even if Lentrall caused them all a major headache, there were other ways for the Ironheads to manufacture events.
TONYA WELTON FELT sick as she finished reading the SSS summary. She set down the datapad and looked toward the window. The sky was lightening. Night had turned to day while she read. They had gotten into his computer files. They had managed a preliminary analysis of what they had found. It would take a lot longer to confirm that Lentrall's ideas could work-or even whether they were grounded in reality. But Tonya was already prepared to believe it. Lentrall was offering his plan in deadly earnest. And there was no doubt in her mind that "deadly" was a singularly appropriate description of what Lentrall had in mind. The Spacers of Utopia had no experience in these matters. They could not possibly understand the dangers involved. The slightest misstep, and they could easily wipe out the planet.
She would have to do something. If the Spacers were truly considering this mad thing, she was going to have to do something that would stop it before it began. But it would not do to act until she knew more. She would need a lot more information before she was ready to act. But if the information was on the level, it might well be too late to do anything about it by the time they were ready.
They would have to get ready for action now, not later. They would have to make contingency plans and hope they were never needed.
She reached for the phone.
CINTA MELLOY, COMMANDER of the SSS, sat up in bed and slapped at the audio-answer plate. "Melloy here," she said.
"This is Welton," a voice said from the middle of the air.
Cinta blinked and frowned. What the devil was she doing calling at this hour? "What can I do for you, ma'am?" she asked.
"Switch to security setting," Welton said. There was a click, and then a roar of static.
Cinta punched her own security code into the answer plate and the static cleared. "I am on secure setting," she said. "What's going on?"
"I've just finished reading the preliminary reports from the computer tap on Lentrall. And I think we need to make contingency plans, in case we decide to look after Lentrall ourselves."
Cinta frowned. She couldn't have heard that right, or else she had misinterpreted. Welton couldn't seriously be considering a snatch job. "Say again?" she asked.
"I said we might want Lentrall for ourselves. More accurately, we might want to keep him, and his work, from the Infernals, if only for a little while."
"Madame Welton, that would be madness! Absolute madness! If he's as important as you say-"
"He might well be that important," Welton replied. "Important in the way a plague or your local star going nova might be considered important. He's a disaster waiting to happen. And if there is any madness about, he's the one who has it. You will establish a full, round-the-clock watch on Lentrall-and you will prepare a contingency plan to kidnap him and hold him. Plan on the assumption of an attempt within the next few days, and hold the operation in hot-standby. I want a plan we can adapt to as many circumstances as possible, and one we can carry out within one hour of my giving the command." There was a pause on the line, and for a moment, Cinta thought Tonya Welton was finished speaking. But then she spoke again. "And while you're at it," said Tonya Welton, "you might consider praying we're not too late already."
Chapter 4
4
"RUN IT AGAIN. Gervad," said Justen Devray. "With full enhancement and magnification."
"Yes, sir." Gervad activated the controls, and ran his own downloaded memory sequence one more time.
Devray watched as the imagery bloomed to life one more time. The bald head of Barnsell Ardosa appeared on the screen, the image rendered grainy and jerky by the magnification routine. Justen had run this imagery, and the images from Sapper 323, a dozen times by now. The Sapper's imagery was a trifle sharper, but Gervad had had a very slightly better angle. Once he had downloaded a copy of the Sapper's