Blowups Happen Part 5

He got to the office before the janitor was out of it. He sat there, doing nothing, until Lentz walked in on him, two hours later. The psychiatrist came in just as he was taking two small tablets from a box in his desk.

"Easy ... easy, old man," Lentz said in a slow voice. "What have you there?" He came around and gently took possession of the box.

"Just a sedative."

Lentz studied the inscription on the cover. "How many have you had today?"

"Just two, so far."

"You don't need barbiturates; you need a walk in the fresh air. Come take one with me."

"You're a fine one to talk you're smoking a cigarette that isn't lighted!"

"Me? Why, so I am! We both need that walk. Come."

Harper arrived less than ten minutes after they had left the office. Steinke was not in the outer office.

He walked on through and pounded on the door of King's private office, then waited with the man who accompanied him a hard young chap with an easy confidence to his bearing. Steinke let them in.

Harper brushed on past him with a casual greeting, then checkedhimself when he saw that there was no one else inside.

"Where's the chief?" he demanded.

"Out.He'll be back soon."

"I'll wait. Oh-Steinke, this is Greene. Greene Steinke."

The two shook hands. "What brings you back, Cal?" Steinke asked, turning back to Harper.

'Well... I guess it's all right to tell you-"

The communicator screen flashed into sudden activity, and cut him short. A face filled most of the frame. It was apparently too close to the pickup, as it was badly out of focus. "Superintendent!" it yelled in an agonized voice."The pile-!"

A shadow flashed across the screen, they heard a dull "Smack!", and the face slid out of the screen.

As it fell it revealed the control room behind it. Someone was down on the floor plates, a nameless heap.

Another figure ran across the field of pickup and disappeared.

Harper snapped into action first. "That wa.s.silard !" he shouted, "-in the control room! Come on, Steinke!" He was already in motion himself.

Steinke went dead white, buthesitated only anunmeasurable instant. He pounded sharp on Harper's heels. Greene followed without invitation, in a steady run that kept easy pace with them.

They had to wait for a capsule to unload at the tube station. Then all three of them tried to crowd into a two pa.s.senger capsule. It refused to start and moments were lost before Greene piled out and claimed another car.

The four minute trip at heavy acceleration seemed an interminable crawl. Harper was convinced that the system had broken down, when the familiar click and sigh announced their arrival at the station under the plant. They jammed each other trying to get out at the same time.

The lift was up; they did not wait for it. That was unwise; they gained no time by it, and arrived at the control level out of breath. Nevertheless, they speeded up when they reached the top, zigzagged frantically around the outer s.h.i.+eld, and burst into the control room.

The limp figure was still on the floor, and another, also inert, was near it.

A third figure was bending over the trigger. He looked up as they came in, and charged them. They hit him together, and all three went down. It was two to one, but they got in each other's way. His heavy armor protected him from the force of their blows. He fought with senseless, savage violence.

Harper felt a bright, sharp pain; his right arm went limp and useless. The armored figure was struggling free of them. There was a shout from somewhere behind them: "Hold still!"

He saw a flash with the corner of one eye, a deafening crack hurried on top of it, and re-echoed painfully in the restricted s.p.a.ce.

The armored figure dropped back to his knees, balanced there, and then fell heavily on his face.

Greene stood in the entrance, a service pistol balanced in his hand.

Harper got up and went over to the trigger. He tried to reduce the power-level adjustment, but his right hand wouldn't carry out his orders, and his left was too clumsy.

"Steinke," he called, "come here! Take over."

Steinke hurried up, nodded as he glanced at the readings, and set busily to work.

It was thus that King found them when he bolted in a very few minutes later.

"Harper!" he shouted, while his quick glance was still taking in the situation. "What's happened?"

Harper told him briefly. He nodded. "I saw the tail end of the fight from my office Steinke!" He seemed to grasp for the first timewho was on the trigger. "He can't manage the controls-" He hurried toward him.

Steinke looked up at his approach. "Chief!" he called out, "Chief! I've got my mathematics back!"

King looked bewildered, then nodded vaguely, and let him be. He turned back to Harper. "How does it happen you're here?"

"Me? I'm here to report-we've done it, Chief!"

"Eh?"

"We've finished; it's all done. Erickson stayed behind to complete the power plant installation on the big s.h.i.+p. I came over in the s.h.i.+p we'll use to shuttle between Earth and the big s.h.i.+p, the power plant. Four minutes from G.o.ddard Field to here in her. That's the pilot over there." He pointed to the door, where Greene's solid form partially hid Lentz.

"Wait a minute. You say that everything is ready to install the pile in the s.h.i.+p? You're sure?"

"Positive. The big s.h.i.+p has already flown with our fuel-longer and faster than she will have to fly to reach station in her orbit; I was in it-out in s.p.a.ce, Chief! We're all set, six ways from zero."

King stared at the dumping switch, mounted behind gla.s.s at the top of the instrument board. "There's fuel enough," he said softly, as if he were alone and speaking only tohimself , "there's been fuel enough for weeks."

He walked swiftly over to the switch, smashed the gla.s.s with his fist, and pulled it.

The room rumbled and s.h.i.+vered as tons of molten, ma.s.sive metal, heavier than gold, coursed down channels, struck against baffles, split into a dozendozen streams, and plunged to rest in leaden receivers-to rest, safe and harmless, until it should be rea.s.sembled far out in s.p.a.ce.