Pattern for Conquest

Illustrated by Kildale
The signal officer leaped from his position and made a vicious grab at the thin paper tape that was snaking from his typer to the master transmitter. It tore just at the entrance slot. The tape-end slid in; disappeared.
The master transmitter growled as the tape-end passed the scanner. Meters slapped up against the overload stop and two of the big rectifier tubes flashed over. Circuit breakers came open with a crash down in the power room, and up in the master modulator room the bell alarms rang, telling of the destruction of one of the tuning guides from overload peak.
The signal officer paid no attention to the damage his action had caused. He grabbed for the telephone and dialed a number.
I want confirmation of messages forty-eight and forty-nine, he snapped. What fool let 'em get this far?
What happened? asked the superior officer mildly.
I got forty-eight on the tape before I came to forty-nine, explained the signal officer. I grabbed the tape just as it was hitting the master transmitter. The tape-end raised hell, I think. Default alarms are ringing all over the building. But who—?
It was my fault—I'll confirm in writing—that forty-eight was not preceded by an official sanction. You were quite correct in stopping them at any cost. As soon as the outfit is on the air again, send 'em both.
Yeah, but look—
Orders, Manley.
I'll follow 'em, said Signal Officer Manley, but may I ask why?
You may, according to the Book of Regs, but I'm not certain of the reason myself. Frankly, I don't know. I questioned them myself, and got the same blunt answer.