 What would have happened if Brian didn’t escape with Crystal?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] But, if they could not realize that the company's regime served the best interests of the planet, they would just have to suffer the consequences of their own ignorance. This walk was part of a regular routine of physical exercise that kept his body hard and resilient in spite of long hours spent in the laboratory. He was making that walk in precisely seven minutes, four and four-fifths seconds. He swore some more and grabbed a towel, wrapping it inadequately around him; it didn't quite meet astern. Pete Brent's joking words flashed back to him. I don't see anything funny, unless it's you and that suggestive towel. "Wherethehell's who?" "Quit stallin', bud. "I'm not going anywhere to see anybody. Brian Hanson, Chief of Research for Venus Consolidated, as dignified as possible in a damp bathrobe, glared out through the bars at a slightly bewildered Pete Brent. All I want is to get out of here—" "Gotcha, chief," Brent whispered understandingly. "Listen here, guard, you've got to take a message to McHague. I don't care if you are—" Brian's eyes almost popped out as he saw a gloved hand reach around the guard's neck and jam a rag over his nose and mouth. Another guard was caught and silenced as he came around the end of the corridor. "Somebody by the name of Pete Brent tipped us off that you were in trouble because of me. Whether you like it or not, you'll hang with us when they find us trying to get you out of here." He had designed these escape-proof locks himself. In a few seconds the door swung open and they were fleeing silently down the jail corridor. "They're just ahead of us," Brian yelled. "Right with you," the guard snapped and ran a few steps with them before a blackjack caught up with him and he folded into a corner. The electric eye tripped a screaming alarm, but the broken key in Brian's hands opened the complicated lock in a matter of seconds. They were outside the jail on a side street, the door closed and the lock jammed immovably behind them. Brian faltered to a stop and Crystal James pushed past him. "We've got reinforcements down here," she said, then skidded to a halt.
 The police would have thought Brian was working with the rebels.
 Brian would have given Pete extra work to punish him for the prank.  Brian would have turned in Crystal and the rebels.  The police would have thought Brian was working with the rebels.  Brian would have continued his vitamin research.