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Updated: May 21, 2025
It required only seconds for the commissioner to order every available man and engine of war to the seat of conflict; then, having done everything they could, Hinkle and Samms stared in helpless, fascinated horror into their plates, watching the scenes of carnage and destruction depicted there.
But as it was, Fred here and his crew worked out most of the answers from the dope the two of you got; and what few they haven't got yet they soon will have." "Nothing new on Conway?" Cleveland was almost afraid to ask the question. "No." A shadow came over Samms' face.
The massive doors of the air-locks opened, and while the full crew of picked men hurried aboard with their personal equipment, Samms talked earnestly to the two scientists in the control room. " ... and about half the fleet is still in the air. They aren't attacking; they are just trying to keep her from doing much more damage until you can get there. How about your take-off?
"I'm afraid ... but I'm hoping it's only that those creatures, whatever they are, have taken him so far away that he can't reach us." "They certainly are so far away that we can't reach them." Rodenbush volunteered. "We can't even get their ultra-wave interference any more." "Yes, that's a hopeful sign," Samms went on. "I hate to think of Conway Costigan checking out.
Finally, their most pressing questions answered, they turned their most powerful ultra-beam communicator toward the yellowish star which they knew to be Old Sol. "Samms ... Samms." Cleveland spoke slowly and distinctly. "Rodebush and Cleveland reporting from the 'Space-Eating Wampus', now directly in line with Beta Ursae Minoris from the sun, distance about two point two light years.
It is better that a few gangsters should disappear in space than run the risk of another uprising. See to it." "Right." The screen darkened and Samms spoke to his secretary. "Put Milton and Fletcher on whenever their rays come in." He then turned to his guests. "We've covered the ground quite thoroughly.
A door opened before them and they found themselves in a large room of full daylight illumination; the anteroom of the private office of Virgil Samms.
Rodebush and Cleveland had finished their last rigid inspection of the craft and, standing beside the center door of the main airlock, were talking with their chief. "You say that you think that it's safe, and yet you won't take a crew," Samms argued. "In that case it isn't safe enough for you men, either. We need you too badly to permit you to take such chances."
However, there's one good thing about it it's worth two years of anybody's life to settle that relativity-time thing definitely, one way or the other." "I'll say it is. But say, we've got a lot of power on our ultra-wave: enough to reach Tellus, I think. Let's locate the sun and get in touch with Samms." "Let's work on these controls a little first, so we'll have something to report.
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