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'Some pretty interesting things are going on at your new job aren't they?'
'It's a job,' said Jimmy McQuade.
'We believe it's more than a job. And we'd like your help.'
'Look. I'm a good citizen but I'm a union man, too.'
'Was Johnny Delano a union man also?'
'Yeah.'
"Was he a good union man.'
'Yeah.'
'Was he a good union man when he quit?'
'Yeah. He couldn't take it and walked off the job. But he's a good union man.'
The spokesman of the pair nodded and put a candid-size glossy photograph on the white formica of the kitchen table.
Jimmy McQuade looked at it.
'So. You got a picture of a pile of mud.'
'The pile's name is Johnny Delano,' said the FBI man.
Jimmy McQuade looked closer. 'Oh, no,' groaned Jimmy McQuade.
'They were able to identify him because there was a finger left. All the teeth had been crushed. Often we can identify someone through bridgework. But Johnny Del-ano's teeth were crushed. The body was dissolved and crushed at the same time. Police lab still can't figure it

out. Neither can we. We don't know what did this to him. One finger was left intact. You see that thing protruding from the pile. It looks like a bump.'
'Okay. Okay. Okay. Stop. I got the general drift. What do you want? And put that picture back in your pocket.' 'I'd like to stress that we're not in union busting. It's just that your union is providing something that is going to hurt your members. We're also not in the union business. But we have evidence, and we suspect that your union and other unions, specifically the International Brotherhood of Drivers, the Airline Pilots Association, the Brotherhood of Railroad Workmen and the International Stevedores Association, are planning to harm this nation in such a way that neither the nation nor the union movement would survive.'
'I never wanted to hurt the country,' said Jimmy McQuade honestly.
And the two agents questioned him until dawn. They got his agreement to put two more men on the job. Themselves.
'That'll be dangerous,' said Jimmy McQuade. 'Yes. We think it may well be.'
'Okay. I never wanted to hurt anybody, I always thought unionism was protecting the working man.' 'That's what we think, too. This is something else.' 'We're going back tomorrow.' 'You're going back today.' 'My men are beat.'
'It's not us who are going to do the forcing. You can reach us at this number and we'll be ready when you get your crew together. Don't forget to leave out two of your regular men.'
The agents were right. Shortly after ten that morning, the vice-president of the International Communications Workers came to his door.
'What the hell are you doing, wildcatting, you sonuva-bitch!'
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'Wildcatting? My men were dying on their feet.'
'So they're soft. They'll get in shape.'
'They got out of shape on this job.'
'Well, you get them the hell back there if you know what's good for you.'
And Jimmy McQuade got his men the hell back there, knowing all along what the vice-president meant. Only this crew had two men who seemed to be doing a lot of strolling through the building together.
And their tool box contained a 35-millimeter camera with a telephoto lens. The day's work went well enough, considering that Jimmy McQuade was two men shy. At twelve hours Jimmy McQuade split the group into two shifts, asking one to be back in eight hours and the other to continue to work. The two men who did a lot of strolling and talking to other workers, were with the first group.
The last he saw of them, they were getting on the elevator.
Just before he was about to knock off for his eight hours in the early morning, the builder dropped by his floor.
'Come with me/ he said.
They took the closed elevator, the one the workers were not allowed to use. The builder pushed a combination of floors and Jimmy McQuade wondered who else would be getting on the elevator at the floors for which the buttons called. But the elevator did not stop. It continued down past the basement a good three floors. And Jimmy McQuade was afraid.
'Hey. Look. I'll get the job done. You don't have to worry about the job getting done.'
'Good, McQuade. I know you will.'
'Cause I'm a good worker. The best crew chief in the whole telephone system.'
'I know that, McQuade. That's why you were chosen.'
Jimmy McQuade smiled, relieved. The elevator door

opened to a large room two stories high with maps of America stretched end to end across the wall, a football-field-size America with the Rockies jutting perpendicularly from the wall like a hunchbacked alligator.
'Wow/ said Jimmy.
'Pretty nice,' said the builder.
'Yeah,' said Jimmy. 'But something puzzles me.'
'Ask away,' said the builder.
Jimmy pointed to the bottom of the map, and the auto-length sign with brass letters as high as desks.