"Which is precisely why the police disposed of her. But it won't work. The people won't rise. A mob is lethargic, too willing to keep things as they are. Here on Agron you've been coddled too long with luxuries and easy living. You have to prod the mob awake with a shock-force, a force coming from the outside."
"How, Paul? We haven't enough people in the Movement to put on any real show of strength. We can't even get outside."
"Now you understand the changes I've made in Glenna's Plan. You people in the Movement will seize the Beam Transmitters as originally planned. Then you'll simply hold them and keep them decommissioned long enough for a Vininese space-fleet to land. We'll set up your new government for you."
"And the rest of the Planetary Union will go to war!"
"It hardly matters," said Paul. "Once we're here the Beams will protect us against counterattack and every planet in the Vininese Confederacy has the same defense. One by one we can liberate the planets of the Union in the same way. But the timing is vital, of course—that's why you have to go to Vinin."
"I had a vacation leave only three months ago. I can't get tourist passage now without—"
"I've considered that. You'll have to have your own space-ship."
"Now wait a minute, Paul! It's one thing to borrow a surface jet but a space-cruiser...!"
"A cruiser, yes—not an old cargo ship. And you can handle that without a crew."
"It can't be done, Paul." Dirrul held his Glo-Wave nervously to the end of a cigarette. "Besides, I want to think this through carefully before I make up my mind."