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from marine personnel." The two officers shook hands. The way these men regarded each other, they put more into that hand- shake than plenty of salutes I've seen in my day. It was nice having officers who paid attention to details. The same could be said of the man Admiral Kimmel introduced next. Professor Warren Williams was in charge of all the scientific work being done in Hawaii. It was difficult to pinpoint his area of greatest expertise. He had degrees in physics, astronomy, biology, computer science, and folklore. His motto was taken from the science fiction writer, Robert A. Heinlein: "Speciali- zation is for insects." He had a sense of humor, too, which he now demonstrated. "In his copious spare time, the admir- al explains military terminology to me. I thought 'mission creep' is what we had yesterday when those creeps got loose in Ackerman's lab." He earned only a few nervous chuckles for that quip. The memory of the dead was still too fresh. He changed the subject: "In normal times my position would be held only by someone with a certain degree of military training. A year ago I would won him a few more chuckles. "Not since World War II have so many ill-prepared eggheads been thrown into the military omelet. But when there's no choice, there's no choice. I may have taken my first step toward this job when I first learned about the top secret of the Martian moons. I was suspicious of the Gates the moment I realized that anything might come through them." He looked a little like Robert Oppenheimer. I could imagine him working on the A-bomb. "The admiral and I agree on how you can tell when you are in perilous times. That's when people go out of their way to listen to the advice of engineers." Only one person laughed at this. Me. He covered other material about the operations of the base, but his eyes kept coming to me. I didn't think he was going to ask for a date. Fly and I had proved ourselves too often, too well. I figured we were first choice for the director's punch line; and we'd better not have a glass jaw. He proved me right when the general briefing was over and he asked to see the Big Four, as we some- times jokingly called ourselves. I'm sure there were adults at the base who resented a kid like Jill being |
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