"You mean the Bishop girl in Des Moines?" Roberts nodded unhappily. "Got the report from Des Moines on it this afternoon. Trumped up from beginning to end. I tell you, Towne is not playing around. I don't know how he plans to work things, but I'm afraid that story was just a starter. He'll do everything he can to tie the Alien up with the Psi-Highs in the public eye—and you know Ben Towne when he gets rolling. He'll play this rumor business up to the hilt. And the way things are in the Senate now, that could mean real trouble."
"Who's controlling Security news releases?"
Roberts gave a short laugh. "Take a guess. Just one guess. Don't miss tonight, my friend."
Faircloth nodded and signalled off. He sat swearing quietly to himself for a few moments. Then Marino came by, and he swung out into the hall again, glancing at his watch. "Ready?"
Marino nodded. "Got the squads placed on the 41st and 43rd. Power goes off when we step off the elevator on the 41st. Okay?"
Faircloth grunted, and spread out a floor plan of the 42nd floor. "Is the building all clear?"
"All the commercial levels, yes. And autolocks go on all the doors but the one we want when the power goes off."
"Good. At least we shouldn't have residents underfoot. You've got Psi-Highs posted outside the building?"
"Yes, in 'copters. Circling the building fairly close, out of sight range of the 42nd."