Pennsylvania:...
The name jumped out. Rooney, Michael.
The intercom on his desk buzzed and he flipped the switch. "Go ahead, Bennington here," he said, and realized only after he had spoken how the thought of Rooney had made his voice a growl.
"Dr. Thornberry, sir. May I see you?"
"By all means," Bennington said. "The sooner, the better."
Thornberry started talking as soon as he opened the door between the two offices.
"General, did you see the list of new arrivals? Of all people, Dalton! And arriving too late to be conditioned!"
Bennington said nothing until the psychologist had seated himself. He simply watched his chief assistant and tried to find some reason to like the man.
"What do you mean," he finally said, "too late to be conditioned?"