six o'clock
It was battery-powered , but contained a full charge . Much quieter than the heavy atomic cars , it sped smoothly out of the city and across the sand . Ahead of them the sun sank in a red wave of color . It was six o'clock . By the time they reached the tower it was seven , and Brion 's nerves felt as if they were writhing under his skin . Even though it looked like suicide , attacking the tower brought blessed relief . It was movement and action , and for moments at a time he forgot the bombs hanging over his head .