 Do you think there is a romantic connection between Brian and Crystal?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Brian Hanson looked disgustedly at Pete Brent, his lanky assistant. 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. Through the open door of his bedroom he could see his bed neatly turned down as it should be, but the outline under the counterpane and the luxuriant mass of platinum-blond hair on the pillow was certainly no part of his regular routine. Pete Brent's joking words flashed back to him. I don't see anything funny, unless it's you and that suggestive towel. Brian slowly acquired a complexion suitable for painting fire plugs. "I'm going to finish my bath and I'd suggest you go down to the laboratory and hold hands with Pete. "Wherethehell's who?" "Quit stallin', bud. 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. That wasn't Myrtle, that was Crystal James, old man James' daughter. Pete lowered his voice to an appreciative whisper, "Gosh, chief, I didn't know you had it in you. 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. "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." "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.
 Unlikely. They both have known each other for a short period in which no thoughts about romance were genuinely addressed.
 Absolutely not. They both hate each other, they're only working together out of necessity.  Probably. Both share similar personalities that work well together.  Unlikely. They both have known each other for a short period in which no thoughts about romance were genuinely addressed.  Definitely. They've been through a lot together and care about each other deeply.