THEY STEPPED OUT OF the car. A leady was approaching them rapidly. It coasted up in front of them and stopped, scanning them with its hand-weapon raised.
“This is Security,” Franks said. “Have an A-class sent to me at once.”
The leady hesitated. Other B-class guards were coming, scooting across the floor, alert and alarmed. Moss peered around.
“Obey!” Franks said in a loud, commanding voice. “You’ve been ordered!”
The leady moved uncertainly away from them. At the end of the building, a door slid back. Two A-class leadys appeared, coming slowly toward them. Each had a green stripe across its front.
“From the Surface Council,” Franks whispered tensely. “This is above ground, all right. Get set.”
The two leadys approached warily. Without speaking, they stopped close by the men, looking
