Voice and images died away and Garlock turned to the two women in the Main. He began to smile, but his mental shield did not weaken. "You've got a point there, Lola," he said, going on as though Ferber's interruption had not occurred. "Not that I blame either Belle or myself. If anything was ever calculated to drive a man nuts, this farce was. As the only female Prime in the system, Belle should have been in automatically--she had no competition. And to anybody with three brain cells working the other place lay between you, Lola, and the other three female Ops in the age group. "But no. Ferber and the rest of the Board--stupidity _uber alles_!--think all us Ops and Primes are psycho and that the ship will never even lift. So they made a Grand Circus of it. But they succeeded in one thing--with such abysmal stupidity so rampant I'm getting more and more reconciled to the idea of our not getting back--at least, for a long, long time." "Why, they said we had a very good chance...." Lola began. "Yeah, and they said a lot of even bigger damn lies than that one. Have you read any of my papers?" "I'm sorry. I'm not a mathematician." "Our motion will be purely at random. If it isn't, I'll eat this whole ship. We won't get back until Jim and I work out something to steer us with. But they must be wondering no end, outside, what the score is, so I'm willing to call it a draw--temporarily--and let 'em in again. How about it, Belle?" "A draw it is--temporarily." Neither, however, even offered to shake hands. "Smile pretty, everybody," Garlock said, and pressed a stud. "... the matter? What's the matter? Oh...." the worried voice of the System's ace newscaster came in. "Power failure _already_?" "No," Garlock replied. "I figured we had a couple of minutes of privacy coming, if you can understand the meaning of the word. Now all four of us tell everybody who is watching or listening _au revoir_ or good-bye, whichever it may turn out to be." He reached for the switch. "Wait a minute!" the newscaster demanded. "Leave it on until the last poss...." His voice broke off sharply. "Turn it back on!" Belle ordered. "Nix." "Scared?" she sneered. "You chirped it, bird-brain. I'm scared purple. So would you be, if you had three brain cells working in that glory-hound's head of yours. Get set, everybody, and we'll take off." "Stop it, both of you!" Lola exclaimed. "Where do you want us to sit, and do we strap down?" "You sit here; Belle at that plate beside Jim. Yes, strap down. There probably won't be any shock, and we should land right side up, but there's no sense in taking chances. Sure your stuff's all aboard?" "Yes, it's in our rooms." The four secured themselves; the two men checked, for the dozenth time, their instruments. The pilot donned his scanner. The ship lifted effortlessly, noiselessly. Through the atmosphere; through and far beyond the stratosphere. It stopped. "Ready, Clee?" James licked his lips.