Cold War -- Fiction; Robots -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Weapons -- Fiction
"They've been in the U. S. at least a month already. So Security says."
Lynn turned automatically to look at Breckenridge, and Secretary of
Security Macalaster intercepted the glance. Macalaster said, "The
information is reliable. Don't let Breckenridge's apparent youth fool
you, Dr. Lynn. That's part of his value to us. Actually, he's 34 and
has been with the department for ten years. He has been in Moscow for
nearly a year and without him, none of this terrible danger would be
known to us. As it is, we have most of the details."
"Not the crucial ones," said Lynn.
Macalaster of Security smiled frostily. His heavy chin and close-set
eyes were well-known to the public but almost nothing else about him
was. He said, "We are all finitely human, Dr. Lynn. Agent Breckenridge
has done a great deal."
Presidential Assistant Jeffreys cut in. "Let us say we have a certain
amount of time. If action at the instant were necessary, it would
have happened before this. It seems likely that they are waiting for
a specific time. If we knew the place, perhaps the time would become
self-evident.
"If they are going to TC a target, they will want to cripple us as much
as possible, so it would seem that a major city would have to be it.
In any case, a major metropolis is the only target worth a TC bomb. I
think there are four possibilities: Washington, as the administrative
center; New York, as the financial center; and Detroit and Pittsburgh
as the two chief industrial centers."
Macalaster of Security said, "I vote for New York. Administration
and industry have both been decentralized to the point where the
destruction of any one particular city won't prevent instant
retaliation."
"Then why New York?" asked Amberly of Science, perhaps more sharply
than he intended. "Finance has been decentralized as well."
"A question of morale. It may be they intend to destroy our will to
resist, to induce surrender by the sheer horror of the first blow.
The greatest destruction of human life would be in the New York
Metropolitan area--"
"Pretty cold-blooded," muttered Lynn.
"I know," said Macalaster of Security, "but they're capable of it, if
they thought it would mean final victory at a stroke. Wouldn't we--"
Presidential Assistant Jeffreys brushed back his white hair. "Let's
assume the worst. Let's assume that New York will be destroyed some
time during the winter, preferably immediately after a serious blizzard
when communications are at their worst and the disruption of utilities
and food supplies in fringe areas will be most serious in their effect.
Now, how do we stop them?"
Amberley of Science could only say, "Finding ten men in two hundred and
twenty million is an awfully small needle in an awfully large haystack."
Jeffreys shook his head. "You have it wrong. Ten humanoids among two
hundred twenty million humans."
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