He had a plan. We discussed it; elaborated it. We called on the audiphone here by our bed for Van Dyne. He was available. Luck was with us. He was where we wanted him to be, on the roof, on patrol duty.
The least of the fighting so far had been on the city roof. The Turberites had made sorties, but often had abandoned the region they took. Van Dyne told us now:
The Hoboken roof section was mainly in Turber hands. And Brooklyn. But this central Manhattan section and all north of it we held.
Van Dyne was on the roof, over mid-lower-Manhattan.
"We want to come up and see you," said Alan.
"Where are you?"
Alan told him our location in northern Westchester. "Can you order us transportation?"
"Yes," he said. "But it's round-about. Only a few official lines running."
"I know," said Alan. "Order us a guide to get us up to you. Hurry it, please."
A guide appeared in our room in a moment. He led us out to a small rail-car. It whirled us south. Then by lift to the roof. An official transport car on a narrow-gauge roof-track was operating with emergency battery. It took us south, over the roof-top.