"Overseas relay, open Channel D," Solo murmured into his pen
communicator. "I'm in the club now. No sign of any THRUSH activity, but
I see Barry & Mancini over in a corner booth." He glanced across the
room at the stage, where the coloured lights picked out the
modishly-clad band beating out the latest thing in mod jazz a go-go, the
baritone sax wailing like a banshee amid the swish of cymbals, the
swirling organ and the relentless rhythms laid down by the guitars. The
tiny dancefloor was crammed with wildly gyrating beatniks, grooving in
their own little kaleidoscopic world. Solo turned to the girl next to
him and then nodded toward the dancers. "Care to join the 'In Crowd?" he
said.
