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Title: Chain of Command

Author: Stephen Arr

Translator: Ashman

Release Date: April 28, 2010 [EBook #32160]

Language: English

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This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction May 1954.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
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CHAIN OF COMMAND

[Illustration]

By STEPHEN ARR

By going through channels, George worked up from the
woodwork to the top brass!

Illustrated by ASHMAN

* * * * *

"George," Clara said with restrained fury, "the least you could do is
ask him. Are you a mouse or a worm?"

"Well, I have gone out there and moved it every night," George
protested, trying to reason with her without success.

"Yes, and every morning he puts it back. George, so long as that trap
is outside of our front door, I can never have a moment's peace,
worrying about the children. I won't go on like this! You must go out
and talk some sense into him about removing it at once."

"I don't know," George said weakly. "They might not be happy to find
out about us."

"Well, our being here is their own fault, remember that," Clara
snorted. "They deliverately exposed your great-great grandfather
Michael to hard radiations. George," she continued fervidly, "all you
have to do is to go out and ask him. I'm sure he'll agree, and then
we'll have this menace removed from our lives. I simply can _not_ go
on like this another minute!"

That, George knew, was a misstatement. She could go on like this for
hours. He stared at her unhappily.

"Yes, dear," he mumbled finally. "Well, maybe tomorrow."

"No, George," she said firmly. "Now! This morning. The very moment he
comes in."

He looked at h