The commander stared at him with those cold eyes. He said at last: "It
can probably be arranged. Come with me."
* * * * *
They went by train to Cape Cod. At midnight on January 15th, the
commander and Wyman left their hotel room and strolled about the
streets. The commander taped small packets to the four legs of the
microwave relay tower that connected Cape Cod with the Continental Press
common carrier circuits and taped other packets to the police station's
motor pool gate.
At 1:00 A.M., the tower exploded and the motor pool gate fused into an
impassible puddle of blue-hot molten metal. Simultaneously, fifty men in
turtle-neck sweaters and caps appeared from nowhere on Center Street.
Half of them barricaded the street, firing on citizens and cops who came
too close. The others systematically looted every store between the
barricade and the beach.
Blinking a flashlight in code, the commander approached the deadline
unmolested and was let through with Wyman at his heels. The goods, the
raiders, the commander and Wyman were aboard a submarine by 2:35 and
under way ten minutes later.
After Commander Grinnel had exchanged congratulations with the sub
commander, he presented Wyman.
"A recruit. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but he had a rather
special motivation. He could be very useful."