In any other generation, Belga would have been fine.

Belga could tell that everyone was watching everyone else, and thinking very dark thoughts.

Even the end of the world can have short-term advantages, Belga thought sourly.

The chief just nodded, assigned Belga and the wimp to look into the possibility.

One fairly serious problem that Belga was sure she would have pounced on herself inside of another ten days.

In a strange way, Belga felt better for getting so definitively squashed.

Belga watched the chief with half her attention.

Smith leaned close to the mike, and said, "Belga, was there anything attached?

Belga knew the tags well enough to recognize satellites, though these looked like broken graphics.

She paused, waiting, and gave Belga a shy smile.

He poked up the recon pictures that Belga had seen him studying before the meeting.

According to Belga, Michael Bull said there was no real headquarters.

"I know Belga clamped down awfully fast-and the other side had its problems, too.

"I left Belga downtown with the local cops.

Belga put a hand on his shoulders.

Belga gave her a little wave back.

Belga didn't mind complaining to her fellows about all the "bloody stupid technology," but not with Smith on the line.

Belga: "That seems awfully stupid on their part."

If I could get through to her, to Belga, to anybody at thetop.

Belga had pounded on these questions in more official forums, and it was unlikely she would receive any satisfaction here.

Belga had the sinking feeling that the chief knew all her cobblies' depredations.

But Belga Underville might be much more the classical "national interest" type.

Except for Belga Underville, all here were close friends.

"We are dissolving for security reasons," Belga quoted Michael Bull as saying.

Belga nodded; she didn't need some flack from Public Relations for this insight.