"Psycho gas'll break them up."
"No. Use psycho gas on a crowd like that and they may go berserk. It's been a long time since a human being died in a battle. I'd hate to be the man responsible for ending a winning streak."
Crawford Bell tapped the keys of his computer. His eyes studied the crowd. The night before he had programmed the computer with data on Belderkan culture. Now he turned his immediate observations and trained hunches into mathematical quantities and fed them into the machine.
"You said you had some girls."
"I'm calling them now," MacFarland said.
The crowd was about five hundred yards away. The people were singing the national anthem of the Belderkan Republic. He could barely hear the loudspeaker above his head.
"Eagle nine here," a voice said on his radio.
"Eagle One. Can you see the crowd?"
"We're watching them."