"It's not too late," she said quietly.
He shook his head. "It's all over but the gloating." He felt himself start to shake. "My God, I've condemned a world to death!"
"You can stop it."
"There's no time!"
"There's four days."
Four days, he thought wildly. Four days in which to recover fifty fusion packages hidden in cities that circled the globe. Four days in which he had to baffle his own agents ... and Tanner.
"I'm only one man, Avis. I could try—but I wouldn't make it!"
"If you want help," she said, "all you have to do is ask."
She still had her own organization, Stan thought. It wasn't as large as his own but its members were willing to die for a cause and they were brave and courageous. They didn't have the advantage of the transport-hoops, but then they were already spread out around the globe. It would be easy for Avis to communicate with them.
All he had to do was to give her the locations. And then, between himself and her agents....