"How's Mrs. Harkins?" he asked without turning as he heard footsteps behind him.
"Under sedation," General Banning said. He came to stand beside the psychiatrist, looked with him at the firecrew's activity, so disorganized and insect-like at a distance.
"They'll have it out pretty soon," he said unnecessarily.
"Mm."
Both men were silent. After a while, Colin tamped in fresh tobacco and lit his pipe, sending up cottony puffs of smoke.
"What do we do now?" he said absently.
General Banning sighed.
"See that hangar?" he asked, gesturing to a tall building perhaps a quarter mile away down the edge of the field.
Colin nodded.
"Phoenix II," the General said, and his voice was flat and expressionless.