“Doc!
It’s a Trap!
Move!”

Billy saw the dark form of the police copter concealed in the shadow of the ventilators. At his first shout a blinding light flared from it … flooding the roof.

He ducked back toward the stairwell as Doc’s heli-cab lifted off. He turned to run, but his bad foot gave way, sending him sprawling.

Then a policeman had his arms pinned behind his back. “That’s all buddy,” he said.

Billy shrugged. At least Doc had got away — no telling what the cops would have done to him for taking out a kid’s tonsils!

“… A frightening vision of the potential disaster inherent in a computer-controlled health control program!”

— Seattle Times