"Smith? Connect me immediately with General Mosby!"
"I'm sorry, but the general is—"
"Major, get off the line and get Mossback on before—"
There was a click, another telephone rang three times, then a calm voice, "General Mosby".
"Bennington here!"
"Jim! You old—"
"No time, Mossback, I need help. I'm down at Duncannon Prison. Got a riot on my hands, two gateguards plus myself and Ferguson to handle it. The State police can give me only another six men, in the next two hours."
"One moment, Jim. Duty Officer! The First Battalion, riot-armed, on the field and in their copters in twenty minutes!"
"Second and Third Battalions fully-armed, with all support sections, ready to roll in forty minutes!"
"Yes, sir!"