PLEASE GO. NOW.
I erased the line with my boots and I waited, then I turned around for a long time and didn't look back at them. When I did, they were two tiny figures on the twisted, broken landscape, walking toward the second dome.
For a while I waited, and then I swarmed all over my pinnacle again, like George and Harry and anyone else who might have been around. They could come and get me, of course, but I figured they wouldn't. Then they might never find the weapon. That was their dilemma, not mine. Mine was to do something along the lines of Gramps' war of nerves, and do something good, before my air ran out.
I said, "Watch it, George. Take it easy. Don't you think the chief ought to be around before you try anything?"
I climbed off the pinnacle so no one could see me. "Naw," I made George say. "I know what I'm doing. F'r gosh sakes, what could happen? I got the charts right here. I wanta hurry and get back to the wife in Canal City. Some damn bus driver...." I'd make it sound like their own story, and maybe they'd believe.
"Well, okay," my Harry said dubiously.
George sighed. "There. That does it. Now—watch."
Silence. I watched thirty seconds tick off on my suit clock, then I made Harry scream:
"George! Good God, George.... Arrgh!"