O’LEARY DISCOVERED that he was in a cell. There was a battle going on outside. Men were yelling, but he couldn’t see them.
He jumped up, remembering. “The governor!”
Sue-Ann Bradley said: “He’s all right. I think he is, anyway. He’s in the cell right next to us, with a couple guards. I guess they came up with you.” She shivered as the yells in the corridor rose. “Sauer is angry at the medic,” she explained. “He wants him to fix Flock up so they can—‘crush out,’ I think he said. The medic says he can’t do it. You see, Flock got burned pretty badly with a knife he made. Something about the tanglefoot field—”
“Eddy currents,” said O’Leary dizzily.
“Anyway, the medic—”
“Never mind the medic. What’s Lafon doing?”
“Lafon? The n***o?” Sue-Ann Bradley frowned. “I didn’t know his name. He sta
