"Report from Security."
"Put it through." Reinhart waited tensely as the lines locked in
place. The screen re-lit.
"This is Dixon. Western Regional Command." The officer cleared his
throat, shuffling his message plates. "The man from the past has been
reported, moving away from the New York area."
"Which side of your net?"
"Outside. He evaded the net around Central Park by entering one of the
small towns at the rim of the slag area."
"_Evaded?_"
"We assumed he would avoid the towns. Naturally the net failed to
encompass any of the towns."