"If one of these officers will pick out a car or a truck down on the street below can you stop it? Stop it dead in its tracks?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"All right, then. General Hayes, we'll let you do the honors. Will you select from all those cars down there any particular item?"
I broke in. "Or any streetcar." I was feeling cocky.
"Or any streetcar. I would suggest, General, that you choose a target for its visibility. One that you cannot mistake."
The uniforms were suspicious, as they conferred with their noses flat against the glass. They beckoned to me and pointed.
"That one there."
"Which one where?" They had to be more explicit than that.
"The big truck. The one with the green top and the pipe sticking out."
I spotted it. It slowed for a red light, and came to a complete stop. I concentrated. Blow, Gabriel.