"Yup. I've figured all of that. But I'm following orders, Billy. I'm going to wreck that thing as soon as you tell me you can reproduce it."
Downing interrupted. "You're going to do it? I am."
"Want to bet?" snapped Lane.
"Cut it," said Thompson.
"Make you a deal," said Lane, ignoring Thompson.
"Go on."
"I order you to stop it," snapped Thompson.
"Go fly a kite," growled Lane. "Look, Downing, I'll fight you for the privilege of destroying that machine."
"Deal. How?"
"When Billy has his pictures and data, we'll take off in our fleeters. The idea will be to see who can blast the thing first—no holds barred, right?"