Kincaid drew himself up in an unsteady attitude of outraged dignity.
"Tha's what thanks we get," he accused thickly. "We come here to make a won'erful improvement in your blasted old atomic piles, and we get insulted."
"Thorpe," Petersen said disgustedly, "get them out of here, and ... Look out!"
Doug Norris had casually taken the heavy metal handle off one of the big levers. He tapped Thorpe on the head with it just as Petersen uttered his warning cry. The young technician slumped.
Petersen, suddenly pale, darted toward an alarm button on his desk. But before he reached it, Norris' improvised blackjack tapped his skull. And Petersen also sagged to the floor.
Before Petersen could reach the alarm button, the blackjack hit him.
Norris looked triumphantly at Kincaid, with a warm feeling of righteous virtue.