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as his eyes met Vic’s accusing look. He shook his head, grinned sourly, put the bottle away in a drawer, untouched. “I’m not a fool entirely, Peters. I can do a little more than chase girls and drink. Probably be no use to you, but the only reason I drink is I’m bored, and I’m not bored now. I’ll be out shortly.”
    F lavin apparently had influence. The tanks arrived just before he did. They were heavy, squat affairs, super-armored to stand up under a fairly close atomic bomb hit, but small enough to plunge through the portals of the transmitter building. Flavin came up as Vic and Pat were studying them. His suit was designed to hide most of his waistline, but the fat of his jowls shook as he hurried up, and there was sweat on his forehead, trickling down from under his toupee.
    “Two, eh? Figured that’s what I’d get if I asked for a dozen. Think you can get in—and what’ll you do then?”
    Vic shrugged. He’d been wondering the same thing. “If we could somehow ram the huge piece of glass and crack it where it was wedged into the wiring inside the shielding, it might release the shorted wires. That should effect an automatic cut-off. That’s why I’m going with the driver. I can extemporize if we get in.”
    “Right,” Pat agreed quickly. She hitched up her coveralls and headed for the other tank. “And that’s why I’m going with the other.”
    “Pat!” Vic swung toward her. But it wasn’t a time for stupid chivalry. The man or woman who could do the job should do it. He gave her a hand into the compact little tank. “Good luck, then. We’ll need it.”
    He climbed into his own vehicle, crowding past the driver and wriggling into the tiny observer’s seat. The driver glanced back, reached for the controls. The mo-.tor hummed quietly under them,, making itself felt by the vibration of the metal around them. They began moving forward, advancing in low gear. The driver didn’t like it as he stared through his telescreen, and Vic liked it even less from the direct view through the gun slit. Beside them, the other tank got into motion, roughly paralleling them.
    At first it wasn’t too bad. They headed toward the north portal, going cautiously, and the tank seemed snug and secure. Beside him, Vic saw a tree suddenly come up by its roots and head toward the transmitter. It struck the front of the tank, but the machine pushed it brutally aside.
    Then the going got rough. The driver swore at the controls, finding the machine hard to handle. It wanted to drift, and he set up a fixed correction, only to revise it a moment later. The tank began to list and pitch. The force of the wind increased geometrically as they cut the distance. At fifty feet, the driver’s wrists were white from fighting to overcome each tilt of the wind.
    V ic swallowed, wondering at the nerve of the man driving, until he saw blood running from a bitten lip. His own stomach was pitching wildly.
    “Try another ten feet?” the driver asked.
    “Have to.”
    They crawled by inches now. Every tiny bump threatened to let the force of the wind pitch them over. They had to work by feel. Vic wiped his forehead and wiped it again before he noticed that the palm of his hand was as damp as his brow.
    He wondered about Pat and looked for her. There was no sight of the other machine. Thank God, she’d turned back. But there was bitterness in his relief; he’d figured Pat was one human he could count on completely. Then he looked at the driver’s wider screen, and sick shock hit him.
    The other tank had turned turtle and was rolling over and over, straight toward the portal! As he looked, a freak accident bounced it up and it landed on its treads. The driver must have been conscious; only consummate skill accounted for the juggling that kept it upright then. But its forward momentum was still too strong, and it lurched for the portal.
    Vic jerked against his driver’s car, pointing frantically. “Hit it!”
    The driver tensed, but