"This switch sets everything in motion, doesn't it?" Ilaria asked.
"Yes. That's the final control."
"Then ... I'll do it. I'd like ... to say something to Jay before he leaves."
The scientist hesitated a moment, then shrugged and left. The Centurion went to the door. He was a young man and fanatically loyal.
"You all right, Tribune?"
Ilaria smiled. "I'm ... all right, Sergeant."
The Centurion nodded and left.
"Sit ... sit down in that chair, Jay, and do your best to relax."
Jay sat down. A bomber roared overhead. There was a blast nearby.
"What will you do now, Kevin?"