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ighteous indignation, and with his palms he brushed
down the passion in his handsome breast. "I told you
nothing."
"Same here," mumbled Eagerly.
"Well, somebody did," snapped Svatopluk. "And I
want you to tell them that if they don't like the work I'm
doing, they can get in touch with me and say so.
Because I haven't heard a word of thanks out of you
tinker toys for years. Money, yes. Equipment, yes. But
hello, good-bye, keep it up? Forget it. Bureaucracies!
Geniuses of inefficiency. Ninety percent! It has to be on
purpose, or I would slit my throat over the human race."
The scientist had either lost his temper or was, as Mr.
Eagerly assumed, jogging in place in his office. "I have
to get back to work now!" he said. "I can't waste any
more time. It must be midnight. I'm sorry, but we're
right on the edge! You know how you get that feeling?
What your people call the Big Enchilada."
"Yes, well," said Eagerly, "the important thing is,
Sweaterpluck, will it work, and is it right?"
The three men stood in the dirt clearing of the
compound while the pilot prepared the army helicopter