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If he hadn't thrown in with the scientists he might even now be a fellow officer, entitled to full respect and honor. General Elbertson did not consider it odd that his face was suddenly flushed with triumph. There was a glow of energy. Why, he could even get up and dance a jig and this he proceeded to do.
Oh, and send somebody for coffee lots of coffee." On the bridge the captain flipped the intercom to Dr. Green's station. "Is Major Elbertson under the influence of any unusual drugs, doctor?" he asked when he'd reached the medical staff chief. "Anything that might make his behavior erratic?" "Only sedatives, captain. And, oh yes, those new sulph-hydral anti-radiation shots.
Trying to put that crumb Security officer into command, real command, of a scientist? Over HIS people? Never! And just because somebody had a wild idea about sabotage after all, the whole thing must be some sort of effect or accident. Why couldn't they leave people alone long enough to find out what was really going on? And where was Elbertson, anyhow? The man had had plenty of time to freshen up.
The immensity around him went unheeded as Steve Elbertson, eyes on Project Hot Rod, savored the power of the beam that could control Earth. In the observatory, Perk Kimball and his assistant Jerry Wallace were having coffee as the various electronic adjuncts to the instruments of the observatory warmed up.
In the lock he quickly donned one of the emergency spacesuits that hung there, gathered up his bundle again, and stepped out on the catwalk of the inner part of the rim, under the brilliant night sky at the moment, but turning towards its "sunrise." He opened his plastic package. "Major Elbertson," he said, turning on the Security radio, "you now have five minutes to surrender."
The Security men were attempting to instruct the computer to precess the wheel back to its original position. In reply, for every figure of any type sent over the keyboard, the Cow sent back a half-yard of confused, rambling figures and would do nothing else. General Elbertson snapped a single command. "Turn the thing off. We'll get to that later."
Major Steve Elbertson was already in such violent throes of nausea that his attending medic was having difficulty reading his dosimeter as he made use of the plastic bag attached to his hammock; and he was obviously, for the moment at least, one of the least dignified of the persons on board.
"Their orders will, of course, come on our personal radios, Security Band 2Z21. "Execute!" he ended, saluting smartly. As the Security squad moved, with individual secrecy, towards their various posts, Captain Andersen was considering that Elbertson would probably snap out of it as soon as he had had coffee and a shave. The man had probably been severely affected by the drugs he had been given.
General Steve Elbertson made his way wearily in through the south lock and on to the bridge where he found the communications officer in complete charge with two Security men for assistants. The captain and Bessie were effectively bound, and placed in spare console seats. General Elbertson made his way to the captain's console and seated himself.
"But, Mike, how are you going to get out there?" Millie's voice was concerned. "They've probably got men all over the place out here on the rim. If you try to go through the corridor towards an emergency lock, they'll have you sure with their needle guns. You heard Elbertson delegate three men to kill you!" "I expect I can find a place where they aren't."
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