"Anybody missing?"
He shrugged again. "How can you tell, in a free country? At least, the titan can't hide on a human host anywhere short of Zone Red."
That seemed true; Schedule Bare Back appeared to be operating one hundred percent. That made me think of something else, something I had seen at the zoo and had not reasoned through. Whatever it was, it eluded me. The Old Man went on, "It's taken drastic action to make the bare-shoulders order stick, though. The President has had a flood of protests on moral grounds, not to mention the National Association of Men's Haberdashers."
"Huh?"
"You would think we were trying to sell their daughters down to Rio, the way some of them carry on. There was a delegation in, called themselves The Mothers of the Republic, or some such nonsense."
"The President's time is being wasted like that, at a time like this?"
"McDonough handled them. But he roped me in on it, damn his eyes." The Old Man looked pained. "We told them that they could not see the President unless they stripped absolutely naked. That stopped 'em."
The thought that had been bothering me came to the surface. "Say, boss, you might have to."
"'Have to what?"
"Make people strip naked."
He chewed his lip and looked worried. "What are you driving at?"
"Do we know, as a certainty, that a slug can attach itself to its host only near the base of the brain?"
"You should know, better than I do."
"I thought I did, but now I'm not sure. That's the way we always did it, when I was, uh, with them." I recounted again, in more detail, what I had seen when Vargas had had poor old Satan exposed to a slug. "That ape moved as soon as the thing reached the base of his spine, clear down at his tail bone. Maybe they prefer to ride up near the brain-I'm sure they do. But maybe they don't have to. Maybe they could ride down inside a man's pants and just put out an extension to the end of his spinal cord."
"Hmm . . . you'll remember, son, that the first time I had a crowd searched for one I made everybody peel clear down to the buff. That was not accidental; I wanted to be sure."
"I think you were justified. See here; they might be able to conceal themselves anywhere on the body, if they have to. Inside a pair of shorts, for example. Of course you couldn't hide anything under some shorts-" I was thinking of the skin-tight things that Mary wore. "-but take those droopy drawers you've got on. One could hide in them and it would just make you look a bit satchel fannied-a bit more, I should say."
"Want me to take 'em off?"
"I can do better than that; I'll give you the Kansas City Clutch." My words were joking but I was not; I grabbed at the bunchiness of his pants and made sure he was clean. If he had not been, he would have contorted and gone unconscious had I clutched a parasite. He submitted to it with good grace, then gave me the same treatment.
"But we can't," he complained as he sat down, "go around slapping women on the rump. It won't do."
"You may have to," I pointed out, "or make everybody strip."
"We'll run some experiments."
"How?" I asked.
"You know that head-and-spine armor deal? It's not worth much, except to give a feeling of security to anybody who bothers to wear one. I'll tell Doctor Horace to take an ape, fit an armor to him so that a slug can't reach anything but his legs, say-and see what happens. Or use some other method to limit the area of attack, and vary the areas, too. We'll find out."
"Uh, yes. But don't have him use an ape, boss."
"Why not?"
"Well-they're too human."
"Damn it, bub, you can't make an omelet-"
"-without breaking eggs. Okay, okay, but I don't have to like it. Anyhow, we'll find out."
I could see that he did not like what he was thinking. "I hope it turns out that you are wrong. Yes, sir, I surely do. It has been hard enough to get their shirts off; I'd hate like the very deuce to try to get 'em to take off their drawers as well." He looked worried.
"Well, maybe it won't be necessary."
"I hope not."
"By the way, we're moving back to the old nest."
"How about the New Philadelphia hide-out?" I asked.
"We'll keep both. This war may go on a long time."
"Speaking of such, what have you got for me now?"
"Well, now, as I said, this is likely to prove a long war. Why don't you take some leave? Indefinite-I'll call you back when I need you."
"You always have," I pointed out. "Is Mary going on leave?"
"What's that got to do with it?"
"I asked you a straight question. Boss."
"Mary is on duty, with the President."
"Why? She's done her job, and nobly. You aren't depending on her being able to smell out a slug, not if I know you. You don't need her as a guard; she's too good an agent to waste on such work."
"See here-when did you get so big that you are telling me how to use other agents? Answer that and make it good."
"Oh, skip it, skip it," I told him, my temper very much out of hand. "Let it lay that if Mary isn't taking leave, I don't want leave-and none of your business why."
"That's a nice girl."
"Did I say she wasn't? Keep your nose out of my affairs. In the meantime, give me a job to do."
"I say you need to take leave."
"So you can make damn sure that I don't have any free time when Mary has? What is this? A YWCA?
"I say you need leave because you are worn out."
"Hunh!"
"You are a fair-to-good agent when you are in shape. Right now you aren't; you've been through too much. No, shut up and listen: I send you out on a simple assignment. Penetrate an occupied city, look it over and see everything there is to see and report back by a certain time. What do you do? You are so jittery that you hang around in the suburbs and are afraid to go downtown. You don't keep your eyes open and you damn near get caught three times. Then when you do head back, you get so nervy that you burn out your ship and fail to get back in time to be of any use. Your nerve is shot and your judgment with it. Take leave-sick leave, in fact."
I stood there with my ears burning. He did not directly blame me for the failure of Schedule Counter Blast but he might as well have. I felt that it was unfair-and yet I knew that there was truth in it. My nerves used to be like rock, and now my hands trembled when I tried to strike a cigarette.
Nevertheless he let me have an assignment-the first and only time I have ever won an argument with him.
A hell of an assignment-I spent the next several days lecturing to brass, answering fool questions about what titans eat for lunch, explaining how to tackle a man who was possessed. I was billed as an "expert" but half the time my pupils seemed sure that they knew more about slugs than I did.
Why do people cherish their preconceptions? Riddle me that.
Chapter 21
Operation Parasite seemed to come to a dead stop during this period. The titans continued to hold Zone Red, but they could not break out without being spotted. And we did not try to break in for the good reason that every slug held one of our own people as hostage. It was a situation which might go on for a long time.
The United Nations were no help. The President wanted a simple act of cooperation-Schedule Bare Back on a global scale. They hemmed and hawed and sent the matter to committee for investigation. The plain truth was they did not believe us; that was always the enemy's great advantage-only the burned believed in the fire.