Blades left. He found his gang in the terminal, two dozen engineers and rockjacks clumped tautly together.
"What's the word?" Carlos Odonaju shouted.
"Clear track," Blades said. "Go right aboard."
"Good. Fine. I always wanted to do something vicious and destructive," Odonaju laughed.
"The idea is to prevent destruction," Blades reminded him, and proceeded toward the office.
Avis met him in Corridor Four. Her freckled countenance was distorted by a scowl. "Hey, Mike, wait a minute," she said, low and hurriedly. "Have you seen La Ziska?"
"The leftenant? Why, no. I left her with you, remember, hoping you could calm her down."
"Uh-huh. She was incandescent mad. Called us a pack of bandits and—But then she started crying. Seemed to break down completely. I took her to your cabin and went back to help Jimmy. Only, when I checked there a minute ago, she was gone."
"What? Where?"
"How should I know? But that she-devil's capable of anything to wreck our chances."