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He broke off as a frantic call came in from the Pittsburgh station for the Commissioner, a call which Samms both heard and saw. "The city is being attacked!" came the urgent message. "We need all the reinforcements you can send us!" and a picture of the beleaguered city appeared in ghastly detail upon the screens of the observers; a view being recorded from the air.
We may or may not be able to dodge it, but we need all the help you can give us. Samms Rodebush Cleveland anybody of Triplanetary...." Endlessly the faint, faint voice went on, but Rodebush and Cleveland were no longer listening.
With their power-to-mass ratio they can match our velocity and still make the drop direct." "Guess I'll do that thanks," and the operative called his chief, only to learn that his suggestion had already been acted upon. "We beat you to it, Lyman," Samms smiled. "The Silver Sliver is out there now, looping to match your course, acceleration, and velocity at twenty-two thousand kilometers.
" ... and report yourself under arrest immediately!" the O. D. concluded his brief but pointed speech. "You were right in stopping me, of course," the intruder conceded, unmoved. "I wanted to get in there without giving everything away, if possible, but it seems that I can't. Well, I've been ordered by Virgil Samms to report to the Captain, at once. See this? Touch it!"
The cloud had soon dissolved, and from the place where the planes had been there had floated or crashed down a litter of non-ferrous wreckage. And now the cone of space-ships from the Buffalo base of Triplanetary was approaching Pittsburgh, hurling itself toward the Nevian plunderer and toward known, gruesome and hopeless defeat. "Stop them, Hinkle!" Samms cried. "It's sheer slaughter!
We have that transformation of iron all worked out in theory, and as soon as we get a generator going we can straighten out everything else in short order. And think what that unlimited power means! All the power we want power enough even to try out such hitherto purely theoretical possibilities as the neutralization of gravity, and even of the inertia of matter!" "Hold on!" protested Samms.
"Oh, it doesn't ..." the observer began, but broke off, muttering unintelligibly at intervals; then swung the visiray beam toward the earth. Soon a face appeared upon the plate, the keen but careworn face of Virgil Samms! "Hello, Lyman."
We don't even know whether we have a super-ship or not," and Samms described briefly the beginning and very probably the ending of the trial flight, concluding: "It looks bad, but if there was any possible way of handling her, Rodebush and Cleveland did it. All our tracers are negative yet, so nothing definite has...."
He stepped over to his ultra-projector and called the Terrestrial headquarters of the T. S. S. Samms' face soon appeared upon his screen. "We got it all, Virgil," he reported. "It's something extraordinary bigger, wider, and deeper than any of us dreamed. It may be urgent, too, so I think I had better shoot the pictures in on the ultra-wave and save a few days.
"The dock is empty and sealed against your blast," and thereupon "Good-bye, and power to your tubes!" came Samms' ringing voice. As the words were being spoken, mighty blasts of power raved from the driving projectors and the immense mass of the super-ship shot out through the portals and upward into the stratosphere.
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