“Would you know him if you saw him?”
“Umm-mm, I guess not. Do you think we really can halt his elan in subspace and divert it over to the Glory of the Galaxy?”
“I take it you’re beginning to see things my way. And the answer to your question is yes.”
“Poor Mayhem. You know, I actually feel sorry for the guy. He’s had more adventures than anyone since Homer wrote the Odyssey and there won’t ever be any rest for him.”
“Stop feeling sorry for him and start hoping he succeeds.”
“Yeah.”
“And let’s see about getting a bead on his elan.”
The two young men walked to a tri-dim chart which took up much of the room. One of them touched a button and blue light glowed within the chart, pulsing brightly and sharply where space-sectors intersected.
“He’s in C-17 now,” one of the men said as a gleaming whiteness was suddenly superimposed at a single point on the blue.
“Can you bead him?”