"Get out of my way." Reich radiated a burst of savage compulsion that made the peeper recoil. He signaled in fright and Reich tried to control himself. "It’s taking chances, I know, but the odds aren’t as long as you think. In the first place, he’s young and green. In the second place, he’s a crasher and scared. In the third place, he can’t be flying full jets or he wouldn’t have let the fag secretaries peep him so easily."