"Almost as close as I am to you. Now nobody'd think a blind man could do a thing like that—nobody but a man who uses his head like I do."
"You sure are smart Ceec. You say you actually saw the machine he's going to blow us up with?"
"Not us, I don't think. I think the rat's after our space station. Now what better spot could they pick? Visibility clear as a bell out here—"
"Think he's from the Eastern Bloc, Ceec?"
"Course he is. Where else could he come from?"
The voice of a more logical hanger-on came from somewhere in the greatening group. "But it doesn't make sense to come over here to do it. Too risky. They've got deserts over there—just as good visibility."
Cecil was annoyed. Always some guy goofing things up. "Is that so? Well listen to me. Just what in the hell do you know about the mechanics of space-fire and locations and—and things? Seems to me you take a mighty lenient view of things in general mister. It sure does."
"Gosh, Ceec—I didn't mean—"