In the crowd several voices screamed a war cry. Then the whole crowd shouted and started running toward the convoy.
Three personnel carriers skimmed into view on his left. He raised his binoculars and studied their passengers. It was hard to look at them with the detachment of a commander inspecting his troops. He was a young man and the girls standing on the decks of the carriers were pretty.
The carriers crossed the front of the crowd and the girls jumped off. They started undressing as soon as they hit. Running into the crowd, they offered themselves to the men.
Mike in hand, Crawford Bell leaned forward. "It's all in the timing." Tension choked his voice.
"Get it right," MacFarland growled.
There was only one girl for every dozen men, but that was enough to cause trouble. At least two men per girl forgot their patriotic fervor and yielded to opportunity. Other men forgot the invaders and tried to drag their comrades back to duty. Women, probably jealous, screamed curses at MacFarland's shock troops.
The personnel carriers, all their girls dropped, turned and swept along the rear of the crowd. On each deck a man tossed coins and bills at the Belderkans.
The loudspeaker above the crowd exhorted them to remember their country. The loudspeaker above the convoy shamed the scientists for using such tactics.
"Now!" Crawford Bell shouted at his mike.
MacFarland covered his ears too late. Even through his mask he heard the sound that rose from the sixth vehicle in the convoy.