"Yes; I had it up, myself, this morning. Flew it over to the Bronx and back with a load of supplies."
"O. K. Have somebody you can trust--one of your guards, preferably--bring it around behind the Administration Wing. Captain Pres...o...b.. wants it. I"m to take some boys from Fourth Year Civics on a tour. Something about election campaign methods."
The instructor called a Literates" guard and gave him instructions.
Yetsko went to the guards" squad room on the second floor, where he found half a dozen of the reserves loafing.
"All right; you guys start earning your pay," he said. "We"re going to a party."
The men got to their feet and began gathering their weapons.
"Mason," he continued, "you have your big "copter here; the gang of you can all get in it. I"m taking off in a four-ton truck, with some of these kids. I want you boys to follow us. We"re going to Pelton"s store. There"s a fight going on there, and the captain"s in the middle of it. We gotta get him out."
They all looked at him in puzzled surprise, but n.o.body gave him any argument. Funny, now that he thought of it; it had been quite a long time since anybody had ever given him any argument about anything. A couple of guys out in Pittsburgh had tried it, but somehow they"d lost interest in arguing, after a little--
When he returned to the office and opened the door, a blast of shots greeted him through the open door of Pres...o...b.."s private office. He had his pistol out before he realized that the shooting was going on at Pelton"s Purchasers" Paradise, ten miles away. Literate Martha Collins, in the inner room, was fairly screaming: "Shut that infernal thing off and listen to me!"
The dozen-odd boys whom Ray had recruited for the improvised relief-expedition were pulling weapons out of the gun locker, pawing through the boxes on the ammunition shelf, trying to explain to one another the working of machine carbines and burp guns. Yetsko shouldered through them and turned down the sound volume of the TV.
"This is absolutely outrageous!" Literate Martha Collins stormed at him. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, taking these children to a murderous battle like that--"
"Well, maybe it ain"t right, using savages in a civilized riot,"
Yetsko admitted, "but I don"t care. The captain"s in a jam, and I"d use live devils, if I could catch a few." He took a burp gun from one of the boys, who had opened the action and couldn"t get it closed again. "Here; you kids don"t want this kinda stuff," he reproved.
"Sono guns, and sleep-gas guns, that"s all right. But these things are killing tools!"
"It"s what we"ll have to use, Doug," Ray told him. "Things have been happening, since you went out. Look at the screen."
Yetsko looked, and swore blisteringly. Then he gave the burp gun back to the boy.
"Look; you gotta press this little gismo, here, to let the action shut when there"s no clip in, or when the clip"s empty. When you got a loaded clip in, you just pull back on this and let go--"
Frank Cardon looked at his watch, and saw that it was 1345, as it had been ten seconds before, when he had last looked. He started to drum nervously on his chair arm with his fingers, then caught himself as he saw Lancedale, who must have been every bit as anxious as himself, standing outwardly calm and unruffled.
"Well, that"s the situation which now confronts us, brother Literates," the slender, white-haired man was finishing. "You must see, by now, that the policy of unyielding opposition which some of you have advocated and pursued is futile. You know the policy I favor, which now remains the only policy we can follow; it is summed up in that law of political strategy: If you can"t lick "em, join "em, and, after joining, take control.
"In spite of the Radical-Socialist victory in this state at tomorrow"s election, it will not be possible, in the next Congress, to enact Pelton"s socialized Literacy program into law. The Radicals will not be able to capture enough seats in the lower house, and there are too many uncontested seats in the Senate now held by Independent-Conservatives.
But, and this is inevitable, barring some unforeseen accident of the order of a political cataclysm, they will control both houses of Congress after the election of 2144, two years hence, and we can also be sure that two years hence Chester Pelton will be nominated and overwhelmingly elected president of the Consolidated States of North America. Six months thereafter, the socialized Literacy program will be the law of the land.
"So, we have until mid-2145 to make our preparations. I would estimate that, if we do not destroy ourselves by our own folly in the meantime, we should, two years thereafter, be in complete if secret control of the whole Consolidated States Government. If any of you question that last statement, you can merely ask yourselves one question: How, in the name of all that is rational, can Illiterates control and operate a system of socialized Literacy? Who but Literates can keep such a program from disintegrating into complete and indescribable confusion?
"I don"t ask for any decision at this time. I do not ask for any debate at this time. Let each of us consider the situation in his or her own mind, and let us meet again a week from today to consider our future course of action, each of us realizing that any decision we take then will determine forever the fate of our Fraternities." He looked around the room. "Thank you, brother Literates," he said.
Instantly, Cardon was on his feet with a motion to recess the meeting until 1300 the following Monday, and Brigade commander Chernov seconded the motion immediately. As soon as Literate President Morehead"s gavel banged, Cardon, still on his feet, was running for the double doors at the rear; the two Literates" guards on duty there got them unsealed and opened by the time he had reached them.
There was another guard in the hall, waiting for him with a little record-disk.
"From Major Slater; call came in about ten minutes ago," he said.
Cardon snapped the disk into his recorder-reproducer and put in the ear plug.
"Frank," Slater"s voice came out of the small machine. "You"d better get busy, or you won"t have any candidate when the polls open tomorrow.
Just got a call from Pelton"s store--place infiltrated by goons, estimated strength two hundred, presumed Independent-Conservatives.
Serious rioting already going on; I"m taking my reserve company there.
And if you haven"t found out, yet, where China is, it"s on the third floor, next to Gla.s.sware."
Cardon pulled out the ear plug, stuffed the recorder into his trouser pocket, and began unbuckling his Sam Browne as he ran for the nearest wall visiphone. He was dialing the guard room on that floor with one hand as he took off the belt.
"Get a big ambulance on the roof, with a Literate medic and orderly-driver," he ordered, unb.u.t.toning his smock. "And four guards, plain clothes if possible, but don"t waste time changing clothes if you don"t have anybody out of uniform. Heavy-duty sono guns, sleep-gas projectors, gas masks and pistols. Hurry." He threw the smock and belt at the guard. "Here, Pancho; put these away for me. Thanks." He tossed the last word back over his shoulder as he ran for the escalator.
[Ill.u.s.tration:]
It was three eternal minutes after he had reached the landing stage above before the ambulance arrived, medic and orderly on the front seat and the four guards, all in conservatively cut civilian clothes, inside. He crowded in beside the medic, told him, "Pelton"s store,"
and snapped the door shut as the big white "copter began to rise.
They climbed to five thousand feet, and then the driver nosed his vehicle up, cut his propeller and retracted it, and fired his rocket, aiming toward downtown Manhattan. Four minutes later, after the rocket stopped firing and they were on the down-curve of their trajectory, the propeller was erected and they began letting down toward the central landing stage of Pelton"s Purchasers" Paradise. Cardon cut in the TV and began calling the control tower.
"Ambulance, to evacuate Mr. Pelton," he called. "What"s the score, down there?"
One of Pelton"s traffic-control men appeared on Cardon"s screen.
"You"re safe to land on the central stage, but you"d better come in at a long angle from the north," he said. "We control the north public stage, but the east and south stages are in the hands of the goons; they"d fire on you. Land beside that big pile of boxes under tarpaulins up here, but be careful; it"s fireworks we didn"t have time to get into storage."
The ambulance came slanting in from uptown, and Cardon looked around anxiously. The May-fly dance of customers" "copters had stopped; there was a Sabbath stillness about the big store, at least visually. A few small figures in Literates" guards black leather moved about on the north landing stage, and several Pelton employees were on the central stop stage. The howling of the "copter propeller overhead effectively blocked out any sounds that might be coming from the building, at least until the ambulance landed. Then a spatter of firing from below was audible.
Cardon, the medic and the guards piled out, the latter with the stretcher. The orderly-driver got out his tablet pistol and checked the chamber, then settled into a posture of watchful relaxation. Major Slater was waiting for them by one of the vertical lift platforms.
"I tried to get hold of you, but that blasted meeting was going on, and they had the doors sealed, and--" he began.
Cardon hushed him quickly. "Around here, I"m an Illiterate," he warned. "Where"s Pelton? We"ve got to get him and his daughter out of here, at once."
"He"s still flat on his back, out cold," Slater said. "The medic you sent around here gave him a shot of hypnotaine: he"ll be out for a couple of hours, yet. Pres...o...b.."s still here. He"s commanding the defense; doing a good job, too."
That was good. Ralph would help get Claire to Literates" Hall, after they"d gotten her father to safety.
"There must be about five hundred Independent-Conservative storm troopers in the store," Slater was saying. "Most of them got here after we did. The city cops have all the street approaches roped off; they"re letting n.o.body but Grant Hamilton"s thugs in."
"They were fairly friendly this morning," Cardon said. "Mayor Jameson must have pa.s.sed the word." They all got off the lift two floors down, where they found Claire Pelton and Ralph Pres...o...b.. waiting. "h.e.l.lo, Ralph. Claire. What"s the situation?"
"We have all the twelfth floor," Pres...o...b.. said. "We have about half the eleventh, including the north and west public stages. We have the bas.e.m.e.nt and the storerooms and the warehouse--Sergeant Coccozello"s down there, with as many of the store police and Literates and Literates" guards and store-help as he could salvage, and the warehouse gang. They"ve taken most of the ground floor, the main mezzanine, and parts of the second floor. We moved two of the 7-mm machine guns down from the top, and we control the front street entrance with them and a couple of sono guns. The store"s isolated from the outside by the city police, who are allowing re-enforcements to come through for the raiders, but we"re managing to stop them at the doors."
"Have you called Radical-Socialist headquarters for help?"
"Yes, half a dozen times. There"s some fellow named Yingling there, who says that all their storm troops are over in North Jersey, on some kind of a false-alarm riot-call, and can"t be contacted."
"So?" Cardon commented gently. "That"s too bad, now." Too bad for Horace Yingling and Joe West; this time tomorrow, they"ll be a pair of dead traitors, he thought. "Well, we"ll have to make do with what we have. Where"s Russ Latterman, by the way?"
Pres...o...b.. gave a sidewise glance toward Claire and shook his head, his lips pressed tightly together. _She doesn"t know, yet_, Cardon interpreted.
"Down in the bas.e.m.e.nt, with Coccozello," Pres...o...b.. said, aloud. "We"re in telephone communication with Coccozello, and have a freight elevator running between here and the bas.e.m.e.nt. Coccozello says Latterman is using a rifle against the raiders, killing every one he can get a shot at."