 How does Joe feel about Brett-James and Reston-Farrell?
A gun is an interesting weapon; it can be hired, of course, and naturally doesn't care who hires it. Something much the same can be said of the gunman, too.... By MACK REYNOLDS Joe Prantera called softly, "Al." The pleasurable, comfortable, warm feeling began spreading over him, the way it always did. The evening was dark, it was unlikely that the other even saw the circle of steel that was the mouth of the shotgun barrel, now resting on the car's window ledge. And at that moment, the universe caved inward upon Joseph Marie Prantera. There was a falling through all space and through all time. And he came out of it as quickly and completely as he'd gone in. A door slid open in the wall in a way that Joe had never seen a door operate before. The other spoke precisely and slowly, the way a highly educated man speaks a language which he reads and writes fluently but has little occasion to practice vocally. "My name is Lawrence Reston-Farrell. Salviati happened to be Joe's mother's maiden name. Joe had been born in Naples and his mother had died in childbirth. Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, "You are not being constrained. Joe gingerly tried swinging his feet to the floor and sitting up, while the other stood watching him, strangely. With the exception of a faint nausea, which brought back memories of that extreme condition he'd suffered during ... during what? It opened on his approach, the door sliding back into the wall in much the same manner as the room's door had opened for Reston-Farrell. Joe Prantera scowled and said, "These ain't my clothes." Reston-Farrell said, "I am afraid, Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are the only garments available. Reston-Farrell said compassionately, "Try this, it's excellent cognac." Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" The fear of police, of Al Rossi's vengeance, of the measures that might be taken by Big Louis on his failure, were now far away. Reston-Farrell had approached the door by which he had entered and it reopened for him. Two were seated there now, papers, books and soiled coffee cups before them. Reston-Farrell, the one Joe had already met, was tall and drawn of face and with a chainsmoker's nervousness.
 Joe thinks they are ridiculous and that Howard Temple-Tracy would make a better associate.
 Joe is a little intimidated by them as they seem to be significantly more educated than he is.  Joe doesn't know what to think. There's no such thing as time travel. He must be going crazy.  Joe thinks they are ridiculous and that Howard Temple-Tracy would make a better associate.  Joe thinks they are cowards as they are unable to kill their enemy themselves.