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the entire world," General Bogan said. "That would indude the percentage of their national steel product that has gone into submarines, how many of them are nuclear powered, how many have atomic missiles. Almost anything."
    "I'll be damned," Raskob said. "That's a nice gadget."
    "That gadget and the other gadgets in this room cost over a billion dollars, Mr. Raskob," General Logan said, carefully keeping any irony out of his Voice. "There is another room like this at the Pentagon and another at Colorado Springs. There are also several smaller versions at other locations around the world. There are also a number of planes, one of which is in the air at all times, which give a miniature version of this same information."
    "Where are all these other rooms?" Raskob asked.
    "I'm sorry, sir, but I cannot give you that information except on orders from my superiors or the President," General Bogan said. He hesitated and then went on, warned by the flush on Raskob's face. "It's what we call 'top secret for concerned eyes only.' That means that only those people who have a need for the information and can demonstrate that need have access to the information."
    Suddenly Raskob smiled. "That rules me out," he said. "The only use I could have for the information would be to sell it to the Communists or use it to beat hell out of the military people at an appropriation hearing. What other kind of stuff can you show up on that board?"
    Colonel Cascio leaned toward the levers on the desk. Before he touched them, however, a blue light began to flash over the Big Board. It flashed quickly a half-dozen times and then glowed steadily. The levers on the desk snapped back to neutral position without being touched by Colonel Cascio's fingers. General Bogan and Colonel Cascio stared at the Big Board. Already it had gone into another dissolve. A ticker machine at another desk-console started to stutter. The screen went blank and then steadied down on a large
    projection of the area between Greenland and Canada. From a door at the side of the room six officers entered and moved to various desks. As instruments and scopes at the desks went on the illumination began to brighten the room.
    Both Raskob and Knapp were staring at the board and glancing around the room with fascination.
    "What's happened, General?" Raskob asked.
    "I don't know yet," General Bogan said. Nothing in his manner indicated there was any cause for concern. "All I know is that we have gone to Condition Blue, which is our lowest position of readiness." He glanced at Colonel Cascio.
    Colonel Cascio turned and walked over to the machine that was stuttering. He looked at the tape and then tore it off. By the time he returned to the desk the map had steadied down and a tiny bright red blip showed between Greenland and the eastern coast of Canada.
    "Gentlemen, that is an unidentified flying object which has been picked up by our radar," General Bogan said, his eyes fastened to the Big Board. "Until we identify it positively it will remain a red blip and we will regard it as hostile."
    The two visitors stared, mesmerized, at the red blip. It moved slowly across the projection. General Bogan knew precisely what was going through their minds. There was a possibility that they were viewing a real enemy, a plane or a missile, which was flying toward the United States with a hostile intention.
    "What are you going to do about it?" Knapp asked. Since he had entered the War Room his voice had never been raised above a whisper. Now the whisper was almost hoarse.
    "That information, Mr. Knapp, is not classified," General Bogan said with a smile. "The Soviets can
    make a good guess about what we are doing. We always have a certain number of SAC bombers in the air. They have been informed of the Condition Blue and will start to fly toward their Fail-Safe points," General Bogan said.
    "Fail-Safe?" Raskob asked,
    "The Fail-Safe point is different for each group," General Bogan explained. "They also