By the time Keating had rounded up all the regular Melroy Engineering Corporation employees and Melroy had talked to Colonel Bradshaw about security-clearance, it was 1430. A little later, he was called on the phone by Leighton, the Atomic Power Authority man.
“Melroy, what are you trying to do?” the Power Authority man demanded. “Get this whole plant struck shut? The I.F.A.W.‘s madder than a shot-stung bobcat. They claim you’re going to bring in strike-breakers; they’re talking about picketing the whole reactor area.”
“News gets around fast, here, doesn’t it?” Melroy commented. He told Leighton what he had in mind. The Power Authority man was considerably shaken before he had finished.
“But they’ll call a strike on the whole plant! Have you any idea what that would mean?”
“Certainly I
