'Look,' said one of the men guarding Pol.
The two guards made for the hall door while the rest of the staff gathered around. The guards looked into the hall.
'It's only a smoldering wastebasket. Somebody's playing tricks. I'll take care of this. You get back to the repairman,' one guard told the other.
Attention was off Pol for only ten seconds. That was sufficient. He whipped a pressure can of self-setting Styrofoam out of his toolbox, shoved the nozzle into one of the vents on the side of the computer mainframe and squirted for five seconds. The spray can was back in the toolbox before anyone's attention returned to the repairman.
Politician carefully reassembled the modem.
'That should do it,' he announced. 'Care to give it a try?'
A computer operator was called over. She telephoned Seattle and told them to try their transmission again. In twenty more minutes, she pronounced everything in order and Pol left.
Politician went back upstairs and reported to Gadgets and Ti.
'Terrific,' Gadgets said. 'The computer should go down in two or three hours.''
'If that foam is going to take the computer out, why didn't it take it out right away?' Pol asked.
'The Styrofoam isn't conductive,' Gadgets explained. 'It doesn't affect the computer directly, but transistors generate heat, and if there isn't sufficient cooling they fry themselves.'
'So the computer has to operate for a while to build up enough heat to cook the circuit boards,' Pol concluded.
'That's right. Now, we wait and intercept the next repair call.'
'We have to prepare. Let's hope the computer lasts a few hours,' Ti reminded Gadgets. She then got the computer's make and description from Pol.
'It would be best to buy the entire computer,' Gadgets suggested. 'Then Pol can show us where he squirted the foam and we can figure which circuit boards will be cooked.'
Ti agreed.
Gadgets took off on a shopping expedition. The computer went down before he returned, but Ti just promised them service within the hour.
When Gadgets finally lugged the six cubic feet of mainframe into the office, Ti was intercepting the second call to see why the serviceman was not there. She assured them he was on his way.
Once the cover was off the central processing unit, it was easy to see which circuit board was going to be out of service. Gadgets quickly removed several and put them into his toolbox. He put on a pair of yellow coveralls and left.
Gadgets took the elevator to the main floor. When the door opened, he found the lobby milling with people.
'Anyone here know where the office of Workers Against Redundancy is?' Gadgets shouted.
A hard case looked him over, took in the toolboxes that looked like attache cases. 'You the computer repairman?' he asked.
Gadgets nodded.
The hard guy stepped on to the elevator. 'Where you been?'
'Getting misplaced,' Gadgets answered. 'What floor?'
The WAR man hit the button for the fourth floor. 'I thought I'd see you coming in,' he remarked.
'What's wrong with the computer?' Gadgets asked.
'Hell, I don't know. I'm part of the security detail.'
They arrived at the fourth floor. The hard case led the way.
Once on the spot, Gadgets opened one of the attache cases and went to work. The security man found a chair and sat to watch.
Gadgets raised part of the metal cover, slid his hand under and lifted the blob of Styrofoam with the cover. That safely out of the way, he took out a tester and probed here and there.
When one of the computer operators went past, Gadgets asked some questions about the malfunction.
'This section was overloaded and is on the modem regulation part of the board,' he said. 'Did you have modem trouble late yesterday?''
The computer operator was impressed. 'Actually we only found out about the defective modem today. It could have gone out late yesterday. We wouldn't have caught it until information came in today.'
Gadgets nodded. 'No problem. I have a spare board with me. I'll rewire slightly so this can't happen again.'
'Terrific,' the operator replied and went away, content to have Gadgets working on both the computer and the modem.
Forty minutes later, he was done. The computer would operate normally, but Lao Ti had direct terminal access through extra telephone lines.
'Our problems are over,' Gadgets told the security guard while putting tools away. 'Call us if you do have more trouble, but the way I've set that up, you won't be worrying about the computer.'
'Yeah. Thanks,' the security man replied.
The HIT man found a buddy and they accompanied Gadgets to the elevator. The Able Team member pressed the down button. As soon as the elevator doors were closed, he pressed the button for the second floor. He got off on the second floor. No one was in sight. He went to the stairs and walked up to the sixth floor.
The two HIT men were waiting for him.
'See,' said the one Gadgets had met in the lobby. 'I told you this guy got off an elevator from this floor.'
'How do you explain that, buddy?' the other one asked.
Gadgets looked perplexed. 'Of course I came from this floor. That's where my last call was. I left my time sheets in there and I need them. Excuse me.' He started to shoulder past the HIT security man.
The second one looked puzzled, but the first one was more sure of himself. He placed a hand on Gadgets's chest.
'Not so fast. I don't believe you.'
'If you got a problem, take it up with the company. In the meantime, I have to get my invoice book and write up the parts I put on your damn computer. Now, will you get out of my way?'
'Sure. You don't mind if we follow you to this office where you say you made your last call?'
Gadgets dropped the cases and attacked.
Before the cases hit the floor, Gadgets's fist was striking into one solar plexus. His victim doubled over as Gadgets turned toward the other hardman who had started to claw for a weapon at the small of his back. He never managed to get the weapon out. Gadgets drove a foot into his crotch, then followed with a knuckle to the temple. The goon dropped in a dead heap. Gadgets returned his attention to the creep who was doubled up and fighting to breathe. He wrapped his arms around the goon's neck. A sudden tightening of the arms caused a gross cracking sound. The man let out a moan before he dropped to the floor.
Gadgets opened the door to the office where Pol and Ti waited.
'Help me clean up,' he said.
Gadgets quickly gathered the tools from the one attache case that had popped open while Ti and Pol each dragged a body into the empty office.
'What happened?' Pol asked once they were inside the office.
'One of them was too sharp. He noticed I got off from an elevator that came from this floor. So, he brought his friend along and they were waiting for me when I doubled back up the stairs.'
'How soon do you think they'll be missed?' Pol asked.
'Too soon. They have a good security system. I figure these two will be missed and people will start looking for them within half an hour. If they think we'll be out of the office at a definite time, they will probably wait until then to search here.'
'Sounds reasonable,' Pol agreed. 'But if they come to the door, we all stand a high risk of being recognized.'
