Ward shrugged. “I’ve got some equipment that must get to Mars very quickly, if my fight against the Mo-Sanshon is to be effective. Speed is essential.”
“Want to get them in the heart,” said Red.
“Why ... er ... yes. Their headquarters, their center of operation. In fact, to get the Queen Mother alone should be sufficient. The real intelligence, I believe, is only a small inner circle of mutations.”
Red leaned over the table. His rust colored eyes shown eagerly. “Then let’s go, Doc!”
Ward’s lips curled. “There wasn’t a chance before, let alone now.”
“I’ve got it all fixed, Doc,” said Red. “What do you think I brought you here for?”
“I’ve been wondering,” said Ward dryly.
“We antisocials stick together here. Kind of an underground cult, you know. And we figured it all out how we could rescue you and get you to Mars—just as a gag you know, a little excitement. That act in the Federal Building was just like an old two-dimensional movie I saw the other night at the museum. Late twentieth century I think, called, ‘Hounds of the Void.’ Got the book, too.”
“But how do we get to Mars?” insisted Ward desperately. “Was that in the movie, too?”
“Precisely,” said Red. He motioned, and Ward was stumbling and mumbling away after the red-headed taxidriver.