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The Ranger was in the middle of the semi-circle, one empty chair at his right. He motioned Corina to it, then stood and called the group to attention as the screen flickered with scrambler blue, and cleared. Corina recognized both men on the screen at once, from innumerable photos and holograms. The one on the right, in civilian clothes, was Emperor Charles Davis.
The entire family was close on his heels as he went into the library. He threw the scrambler switch, then asked anxiously, "Yes, Steve?" "Just had word, Rick, so I called in spite of the hour. Your father is safe inside the compound at Los Alamos. He's all right. And just as a precaution, he'll spend most of his time in a shielded area where no radio signal can penetrate.
The screen flowed with the black and white patterns of the scrambler. "That's all, Faussel," Brion said. "I want privacy for this talk. What's the commander's name?" "Professor Krafft he's a physicist. They have no military men at all, so they called him in for the construction of the bombs and energy weapons. He's still in charge." Faussel yawned extravagantly as he went out the door.
His father had associates in Newark, he was sure, including a doctor or two. But he couldn't remember their names. "I could call home," he suggested. "Dad will have some ideas." Dodd considered. "You couldn't use the scrambler from here. Could you tip your father off without giving information to anyone who happened to be listening on the wire?" Rick thought he could. "Okay."
We couldn't run a deep check on all of them, and a superficial check wouldn't mean anything. So we don't check. Instead, we make sure we know about the people the scientists see regularly, and we give physical protection not only to the scientists but to the floor they work on. We keep a careful check to be sure our phones aren't tapped, and there's a scrambler on each line.
"It seems to be an excellent weapon, but I prefer to rely on my blade and darlas." Medart shrugged. "No arguing preference. And it's about time we get to work, so " He called the Comm Center, told them to set up a scrambler call to the Emperor either at the Palace or aboard the Empress Lindner. "And have it put through to my quarters," he added. Then he turned to Corina.
Steve meant would the waves be of such high frequency that they would act like light. Rick put the question to Winston. "Tell Steve the answer is a qualified yes." Rick repeated the information. "All right. Then we must assume that the brain scrambler or whatever you call it can operate only from short distances, approximately to the horizon. Tell your father he is to get out of town.
Then business and finance would be a scramble, in which the roughest and strongest scrambler would get most. But that is not so." "Isn't it?" I said. "I should have thought that business just is a scramble." "No," said Ascher, "it is not.
The Professor-Commander was very old, with wispy grey hair and a network of wrinkles surrounding his eyes. His image shimmered, then cleared as the scrambler units aligned. "You must be Brion Brandd," he said. "I have to tell you how sorry we all are that your friend Ihjel and the two others had to die, after coming so far to help us. I'm sure you are very happy to have had a friend like that."
"Nyjord is a cooperating planet, and has full knowledge at all executive levels. They are giving us all the aid they can." "Well, now is the time to ask for more. Can I contact the commander of the blockading fleet?" "There is a scrambler connection right through to him. I'll set it up." Faussel bent over the desk and punched a number into the phone controls.
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