Dane Harrell held the thought-helmet tightly between his hands and, before putting it on, glanced over at the bound, writhing alien sitting opposite him. The alien snarled defiantly. "You're sure you want to go through with this?" asked Dr. Phelps. Harrell nodded. "I volunteered, didn't I? I said I'd take a look inside this buzzard's brain and I'm going to do it. If I don't come up in half an hour, come get me." "Right." Harrell slipped the cool bulk of the thought-helmet over his head and signa