"Right, colonel!" "A bomb big enough to devastate a continent!" Cold currents suddenly flurried at the base of Zen's spine. "Right, colonel." West's voice was as dry as the Nevada wind. "I didn't know we had such a bomb under construction," Zen blurted out. "We haven't." "Then who--where?" The cold currents at the base of Zen's back were flowing down both legs and up his spine. "Look at the men, colonel. Look closely." West's voice was also cold. "They're Asiatics!" Shouting the words, Zen was out of his chair. "I didn't see the yellow faces and the slanted eyes at first. West, that's a huge guided missile. It's being built to drop out of the sky at thousands of miles an hour, on us!" "Yes," West said. He did not move a muscle in his body. On the other side of Kurt Zen, Nedra sat equally silent and motionless. "I have to get out of here," Zen said. "This information must be reported to the general staff, at once!" Urgency pounded in the tones of his voice. "The new people do not fight," West said. "I thought you were one of us." "It doesn't matter who I am," Zen said quickly. "The building of this super bomb must be reported. _It must be!_ Extra warnings must be issued. We must alert every z-type fighter we possess and have them in the air constantly, in the hope that we can destroy this bomb before it lands. We've got to follow the construction hourly, so we will know when it is ready to be launched. And that means we've got to have top-flight intelligence men here, to follow the building of that bomb every inch of the way. Or we've got to take this super-radar of yours to headquarters and use it there. That's the best solution, if it is at all practical." Zen was striding back and forth in the darkened room, planning the steps that had to be taken. "West, do you realize this super-radar of yours will win the war!" Excitement tightened the colonel's voice. "With it, the enemy won't be able to make a move that we don't know about in advance." His excitement grew as the vast longing hidden in him for the end of the war tried to come to the surface. "You have tears in your eyes, colonel," West said. "You're out of your mind," Zen retorted. But he knew the craggy man was speaking the truth. He swallowed harder. "We've got the Asians cold. We'll know every move they make in advance." He exulted as he realized again how much this meant. "I have always known every move they made in advance," West answered. "We'll have them on their knees in--huh? What was that you just said? What was that?" Desperation appeared in the colonel's voice. West repeated his words. "Then why didn't you warn us?" Zen felt each word sting as it left his lips. "Why didn't you warn us? Why did you let so many of us die so unnecessarily?" West did not answer. The silence in the room grew deeper. Cold had begun to appear in the air. On the screen, the silent figures continued busily engaged in the building of their bomb.