They came straight down on Eglonsby, on Amaterasu, the _Nemesis_ and the _Space Scourge_ side by side. The radar had picked them up at point-five light-seconds; by this time the whole planet knew they were coming, and nobody was wondering why. Paul Koreff was monitoring at least twenty radio stations, assigning somebody to each one as it was identified. What was coming in was uniformly excited, some panicky, and all in fairly standard Lingua Terra. Garvan Spasso was perturbed. So, in the communication screen from the _Space Scourge_, was Boake Valkanhayn. "They got radio, and they got radar," he clamored. "Well, so what?" Harkaman asked. "They had radio and radar twenty years ago, when Rock Morgan was here in the _Coalsack_. But they don't have nuclear energy, do they?" "Well, no. I'm picking up a lot of industrial electrical discharge, but nothing nuclear." "All right. A man with a club can lick a man with his fists. A man with a gun can lick half a dozen with clubs. And two ships with nuclear weapons can lick a whole planet without them. Think it's time, Lucas?" He nodded. "Paul, can you cut in on that Eglonsby station yet?" "What are you going to do?" Valkanhayn wanted to know, against it in advance. "Summon them to surrender. If they don't, we will drop a hellburner, and then we will pick out another city and summon it to surrender. I don't think the second one will refuse. If we are going to be murderers, we'll do it right, this time." Valkanhayn was aghast, probably at the idea of burning an unlooted city. Spasso was sputtering something about, "... Teach the dirty Neobarbs a lesson--" Koreff told him he was switched on. He picked up a hand-phone. "Space Vikings _Nemesis_ and _Space Scourge_, calling the city of Eglonsby. Space Vikings...." He repeated it for over a minute; there was no reply. "Vann," he called Guns-and-Missiles. "A subcrit display job, about four miles over the city." He laid the phone down and looked to the underside viewscreen. A little later, a silvery shape dropped away from the ship's south pole. The telescopic screen went off, and the unmagnified screen darkened as the filters went on. Valkanhayn, aboard the other ship, was shouting a warning about his own screens. The only unfiltered screen aboard the _Nemesis_ was the one tuned to the falling missile. The city of Eglonsby rushed upward in it, and then it went suddenly dark. There was an orange-yellow blaze in the other screens. After a while, the filters went off and the telescopic screen went on again. He picked up the phone. "Space Vikings calling Eglonsby; this is your last warning. Communicate at once." Less than a minute later, a voice came out of one of the speakers: "Eglonsby calling Space Vikings. Your bomb has done great damage. Will you hold your fire until somebody in authority can communicate with you? This is the chief operator at the central State telecast station; I have no authority to say anything to you, or discuss anything."