They let out their speed. Now a whole host of people began to shout and new ones joined them, running, as they crossed a main street against a light.
"Faster," grunted Kunklin.
Prule swore. "I can't. The suit's too heavy."
"Just a little way. When we get to the ship we'll put on a demonstration."
They tore down the avenue, narrowly evading children, old ladies, and newsstands. Two more blue-coated officials joined in the chase, converging and blowing whistles. Several more were coming up in front of them when they finally reached the ship.
They stopped in the center of the wide street. Traffic screeched to a halt on all sides.
"Are you sure it's here?"
Kunklin looked around uneasily, then spied the faint hazy circle of the opening, several feet in the air above them. He pushed at his anti-gravity knob, felt himself lightening, but not lifting. He swore.
The crowd was reaching them, small boys and men lurched to a stop around them.
"They're waiting for us to do something," Prule hissed.