"That is—all, sir."
The General turned away. There was frustration and anger in his face, and it hid the fear beneath it like a mask. Plan III. It would be Plan III for a long time yet.
It was the thing he saw in the faces of the four men that told him that. There had been too many giant steps, too fast. He had seen this thing in the faces of men before, but never so nakedly.
One day, perhaps, men could think of Plan I again. One day, but not now.
He turned back to the four, and looked once more into their faces.
Plan III. Condition Untenable.
"Dismissed!" the General said.