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inches from his eyes.

Time passed. A great time, it seemed to Miss Bradley. Twenty seconds or so. Then Miss Bradley started
trying to say something, and tried for a while, and succeeded in making a kind of hiss. She was shocked.
It was odd to see a man so frightened that when you tried to make words you only made a hiss.

Now Dan arose slowly and stiffly in his chair. In rising, he could have been pushing against weight,
hundreds of pounds of weight. His terror weighed that much. And now he brought both hands in front of
him and pointed at the radar scope. Pointed wordlessly with both hands.

Pointing, he made a few wordless sounds. Miss Bradley couldn't have identified them.

Miss Bradley, from where she stood at the door, couldn't see the scope screen because of the external
illumination control hood. Actually, only from a position directly in front could the scope be viewed
successfully. So Miss Bradley started to moveтАФfrightened, fascinated, the nape of her neck getting
coolтАФto a spot where she could see the screen.

And now Dan screamed. He shrieked, high and girlishly, as if terror had taken all the virility from him. It
was a raw thing, that yell, a bloody nerve torn out, a shred of living flesh.

Now Dan's intensity took to frenzied action. His hands clamped to his chair. He swung the chair. A
heavy thing, serviceable steel, it ruined the scope with the first wild overhead blow. But he didn't stop. He
struck and struck, and glass whizzed in the air and skated on the floor and the place was full of guttering
purple light from electrical shorts and the acrid lightning-bolt odor of voltage discharges. The man,
white-faced, his cheeks all gouts of muscle, continued to swing the chair, beating the scope as if it were a
reptile.

тАЬOh my God,тАЭ whimpered Miss Bradley, and she wheeled and ran for help. She found Gibble and a man
named Spencer who was a maintenance technician.

тАЬDanтАФhe saw something in the scopeтАФoh, hurry!тАЭ wailed Miss Bradley, grabbing her own words out in
unstable groups.

Gibble said, тАЬHuh?тАЭ

But the other man, Spencer, was quicker, and he ran into the scope room. Dan was still wielding the
chair. There wasn't much left of the scanning part of the scope, wires, battered metal and glass dust, but
he was at it yet.

тАЬCripes, eleven thousand bucks worth of scope!тАЭ Spencer blurted. Not that he cared that much about
eleven thousand of Associated Aircraft's Experimental's money. Being maintenance, that was merely
what he thought of to say. Then he yelled, тАЬDan! What in the hell!тАЭ

Dan didn't turn. He stopped pulverizing the wreckage. He stepped back, holding the chair cocked,
staring at the mess on the floor as if it was still dangerous.

Gibble came in now. Gibble varied his routine slightly from тАЬHuh,тАЭ and said instead, тАЬWhew! Whooeee!тАЭ

тАЬDan!тАЭ Spencer called. тАЬDan, what happened?тАЭ