But to bring the GIs into it was to invite race riot. Not prison riot--race riot. Even the declassed scum in the Jug would fight back against the GIs. They were used to having the Civil-Service guards over them--that was what guards were for. Civil-Service guards guarded. What else? It was their job--as clerking was a rigger's job, and machines were a greaser's, and pick-and-shovel strong-arm work was a wipe's. But the Armed Services--their job was to defend the country against forces outside--in a world that had only inside forces. The cons wouldn't hold still under attack from the GIs. _Race riot!_ But how could you tell that to a girl like this Bradley? O'Leary glanced at her covertly. She _looked_ all right. Rather nice-looking, if anything. But he hadn't forgotten why she was in E-G. Joining a terrorist organization, the Association for the Advancement of the Categoried Classes. Actually getting up on street corners and proposing that greasers' children be allowed to go to school with GIs, that wipes inter-marry with Civil Service. Good Lord, they'd be suggesting that doctors eat with laymen next! The girl said evenly: "Don't look at me that way. I'm not a monster." O'Leary coughed. "Sorry. I didn't know I was staring." She looked at him with cold eyes. "I mean," he said, "you don't _look_ like anybody who'd get mixed up in--well, miscegenation." "Miscegenation!" she blazed. "You're all alike! You talk about the mission of the Categoried Classes and the rightness of segregation, but it's always just the one thing that's in your minds--sex! I'll tell you this, Captain O'Leary--I'd rather many a decent, hard-working clerk any day than the sort of Civil-Service trash I've seen around here!" O'Leary cringed. He couldn't help it. Funny, he told himself, I thought I was shockproof--but this goes too far! A bull-roar from the corridor. Sauer. O'Leary spun. The big redhead was yelling: "Bring the governor out here. Lafon wants to talk to him!" * * * * * O'Leary went to the door of the cell, fast. A slim, pale con from Block A was pushing the governor down the hall, toward Sauer and Lafon. The governor was a strong man, but he didn't struggle. His face was as composed and remote as the medic's; if he was afraid, he concealed it extremely well. Sue-Ann Bradley stood beside O'Leary. "What's happening?" He kept his eyes on what was going on. "Lafon is going to try to use the governor as a shield, I think." The voice of Lafon was loud, but the noises outside made it hard to understand. But O'Leary could make out what the dark ex-Professional was saying: "--know damn well you did something. But what? _Why don't they crush out?_" Mumble-mumble from the Governor. O'Leary couldn't hear the words.