"No," Moss said. "We're going right ahead. Get over here at once."
"But—"
"Don't argue with me." Moss held up a handful of surface bulletins, crumpling them savagely. "This is a fake. Come on!" He broke off.
Taylor dressed furiously, his mind in a daze.
Half an hour later, he leaped from a fast car and hurried up the stairs into the Synthetics Building. The corridors were full of men and women rushing in every direction. He entered Moss's office.
"There you are," Moss said, getting up immediately. "Franks is waiting for us at the outgoing station."
They went in a Security Car, the siren screaming. Workers scattered out of their way.
"What about the attack?" Taylor asked.
Moss braced his shoulders. "We're certain that we've forced their hand. We've brought the issue to a head."
They pulled up at the station link of the Tube and leaped out. A moment later they were moving up at high speed toward the first stage.