 How does Jery's behavior change when he's wearing the uniform and amnesty?
MASTER SPY OF THE RED PLANET Jery Delvin had a most unusual talent. So when the Chief of World Security told him that he had been selected as the answer to the Solar System's greatest mystery, Jery assumed that it was because of his mental agility. But when he got to Mars to find out why fifteen boys had vanished from a spaceship in mid-space, he found out that even his quick mind needed time to pierce the maze of out-of-this-world double-dealing. For Jery had become a walking bomb, and when he set himself off, it would be the end of the whole puzzle of THE SECRET MARTIANS—with Jery as the first to go! After a two-year Army hitch, and a year in advertising "sublimating my urge to write things for cash," Jack moved to New York, determined to make a career of full-time fiction-writing. Oddly enough, it worked out, and he now does nothing else. He says, "I'd like to say I do this for fulfillment, or for cash, or because it's my destiny; however, the real reason (same as that expressed by Jean Kerr) is that this kind of stay-at-home self-employment lets me sleep late in the morning." Mostly, I ran back over all the ads I'd created and/or okayed for Solar Sales, Inc. during my five years with the firm, trying to see just where I'd gone and shaken the security of the government. I couldn't find anything really incriminating, unless maybe it was that hair dye that unexpectedly turned bright green after six weeks in the hair, but that was the lab's fault, not mine. "Jery Delvin?" said the one on my left, a note of no-funny-business in his brusque baritone. Security men were not hired for their loquaciousness. Because the speaker was Philip Baxter, Chief of Interplanetary Security, second only to the World President in power, and not even that in matters of security. Honest, sober, civic-minded, slightly antisocial...." But if I spot it in less, they throw it out and start over again. "All it gives is my description, governmental status, and address!" You, son, are the solution." Chief of Security or not, I was getting a little burned up at his highhanded treatment of my emotions. "Inter-nation harmony! If these mere boys can get together and travel the voids of space, then so can everyone else!
 He's bolder, playing into the sense of power it gives him
 He's bolder, and he starts to misuse the authority it gives him  He tries to remain the same and not let it get to his head  He's bolder, playing into the sense of power it gives him  He's surprised by the authority it seems to give him