Kendall replied in kind and went home and sat down facing the phonovision screen. It remained blank for three hours. Kendall did not move. He smoked cigarettes and waited. Finally the signal sounded and he snapped it on.
The man in the mask. The voice that now associated itself in Kendall's mind with nausea. "You have the film?"
"Yes."
"Excellent. The leave?"
"Yes."
"You will leave the project immediately and—"
"Not so fast."
"I beg pardon?"
"I said, not so fast. I'm not satisfied with the arrangements."
The voice turned cold. "The arrangements are not yours to question. You—"