"Right over here." Gregory placed him in front of a small panel with three buttons. "Press the middle one, and step back into the small red circle and stand perfectly still while the field builds up and collapses. Face that way."
Benson drew his pistol and checked it; magazine full, a round in the chamber, safety on.
"Put that horrid thing out of sight!" Anthony gasped. "The ... the other thing ... is what you want to use."
"The bomb won't be any good if some of his guards come in before the field re-builds," Benson said.
"He has no guards. He lives absolutely alone. We told you...."
"I know you did. You probably believed it, too. I don't. And by the way, you're sending me forward. What do you do about the fact that a time-jump seems to make me pass out?"
"Here. Before you press the button, swallow it." Gregory gave him a small blue pill.
"Well, I guess that's all there is," Gregory continued. "I hope...." His face twitched, and he dropped to the floor with a thud. Carl and Walter came forward, dragged him away from the machine.
"Conditioning got him. Getting me, too," Walter said. "Hurry up, man!"