His heart began to hammer. Would they use one of the terrible atom bombs to destroy him in another minute?
"Come along," the officer said.
"... I want a drink of water, please."
"He's been out on the desert," the driver said. "Maybe all night, from the looks of him."
"Okay," the officer said. "Let's go over here.... What's your name?"
Walt walked beside him. "Walt."
"Walt what?"
"... Walt."
"I mean, Walt Smith or Jones or Johnson?"
"That's it." Walt's mind raced.