In three seconds the light on the control desk went out. The head cameraman removed his headphones and stepped down from his pedestal. There was a general easing of tension.
Jim Yewell felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He turned around and looked up into the face of Captain Hazard. “Did he rehearse that?” Hazard asked in a clipped, hard voice.
“Not him,” Jim replied. “The English language is his personal property.”
Hazard vanished without another word.
Dick Simmons felt some instinct deep down within him telling him to run, and fast. He knew enough not to do that, but he had an intense desire to go where no one could find him, at least not for a long while. It was fully dark now, and the moon was not up. While no one was paying him any immediate attention he walked quickly away into
