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Revelation Research

        studio  audience  seated,  lights  adjusted,  evangelist  powdered  and
        sprayed—but Wendell Fritley was absent.
          The sound man, Ed Snooder, finally decided that someone had to
        cover for his colleague. He reached for the telephone: it was during
        crises like this that management discovered previously unknown or
        unacknowledged talents among its lesser lights.
          At that moment the door opened, staying Snooder’s hand and his
        ambitions.  But  a  stranger  entered  the  dark  crowded  chamber,  not
        Wendell  Fritley.  The  other  men  and  women  looked  up  from  their
        switches  and  control  boards,  pulling  off  headsets  to  attend  to  the
        immediate environment.
          “Who are you? And where the hell is Wendell?” Ed was blunt.
          “Hi, guys,” came the cheery rejoinder from the youngish, bearded
        but bland intruder. “I’m Dan DeLeone, moonlighting from WUZA
        across town. This is not my idea of how to spend Sunday morning,
        but we’ll just have to make the best of it. Wendell had some problem
        or other—the front office didn’t go into details, but he got tied up
        and  couldn’t  make  it.  Believe  me,  I  don’t  like  doing  this  on  short
        notice any more than you do.”
          Without pausing, the newcomer slid into the director’s chair and
        quickly glanced over the electronics. “Same kind of board we use at
        WUZA; no problem there. How many cameras out there? Five? This
        is no budget production, that’s for sure! Where’s the script? Got it.
        Okay, give me a sound check on camera two.”
          Snooder looked at the graphics controller, Mattie Boardman, and
        shrugged. It was a fait accompli. They had barely enough  time to do
        a  hurried  run-through  with  DeLeone  before  the  show  began.  Ron
        Schuster,  a  veteran  at  the  tape  decks,  took  pains  to  tell  the  new
        director about the taped material he had to be prepared to roll in case
        the action did not go as planned.
          “No problem,” said Dan DeLeone. “You just have it queued up,
        and  I’ll  switch  right  over.  What’s  the  big  deal,  anyway?  I  thought
        these religious fund-raisers were fairly cut-and-dried.”
          “Oh, they usually are,” sighed Schuster. “But this one has really
        been hyped—lots of advertising, extra operators on the phone banks
        for  pledges.  And  there  was  quite  a  line-up  to  get  into  the  studio
        audience: I heard that most of the people down there spent all night
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