t the few
Municipals. The trucks wheeled through, and Gordon dropped back to let
scout trucks go ahead and pick off any rash enough to head for the call
boxes. They couldn't prevent advance warning, but they could delay and
minimize it.

They were near the big Municipal building when they came to the first
real opposition, and it was obviously hastily assembled. The scouts took
care of most of the trouble, though a few shots pinged against the truck
Gordon was driving.

"Rifles!" Izzy commented in disgust. "They'll ruin the dome yet. Why
can't they stick to knives?"

He was studying a map of the big building, picking their best entrance.
Ahead, trucks formed a sort of V formation as they reached the grounds
around it and began bulling their way through the groups that were
trying to organize a defense. Gordon found his way cleared and shot
through, emerging behind the defense and driving at full speed toward
the entrance Izzy pointed out.

"Cut speed! Left sharp!" Izzy shouted. "Now, in there!"

They sliced into a small tunnel, scraping their sides where it was
barely big enough for the truck. Then they reached a dead end, with just
room for them to squeeze through the door of the truck and into an
entrance marked with a big notice of privacy.

There was a guard beside an elevator, but Izzy's knife took care of him.
They ducked around the elevator, unsure of whether it could be remotely
controlled, and up a narrow flight of stairs, down a hallway, and up
another flight. A Municipal corporal at the top grabbed for a warning
whistle, but Gordon clipped him with a hasty rabbit punch and shoved him
down the stairs. Then they were in front of an ornate door, with their
weapons ready.

Izzy yanked the door open and dropped flat behind it. Bullets from a
submachine gun clipped out, peppering the entrance and the door, and
ricocheting down the hall. The yammering stopped, finally, and Izzy
stuck his head and one arm out with a snap of his knife. Gordon leaped
in, to see a Municipal dropping the machine gun.

There were about thirty cops inside, gathered around Mayor Wayne, with
Trench standing at one side. The fools had obviously expected the
machine gun to do all the work.

Izzy leaped for the machine gun and yanked it from dead hands, while the
cops slowly began raising their arms. Wayne sat petrified, staring
unbelievingly, and Gordon drew out the warrant. "Wayne, you're under
arrest!"

Trench moved forward, hi