"Hm ... m ... m. Ingenious little gadget, at that," James reported, after studying it thoroughly. "Filthy thing for fall-out, though, if it goes off. Where'll I flip it, Clee? One of their moons?" "Check. Third one out--no chance of any contamination from there." The missile vanished; and had any astronomer been looking at that world's third and outermost moon at the moment, he might have seen a tremendous flash of light, a cloud of dust, and the formation of a new and different crater among the hundreds already there. "No use waiting for 'em, Jim. All three of you toss everything they've got out onto that same moon, being sure not to hurt anybody--yet. I'll start asking questions." The captain who had fired the first missile appeared in the Main. He reached for his pistol, to find that he did not have one. He tensed his muscles to leap at Garlock, to find that he could not move. Garlock drove his probe. "Who is your superior officer?" and before the man could formulate a denial, that superior stood helpless beside him. * * * Then three--and four. At the fifth: "Oh, you are the man I want. Prime Minister--euphemism for Dictator--Sovig. Missile launching stations and missile storage? You don't know? Who does?" Another man appeared, and for twenty minutes the _Pleiades_ darted about the continent. "Now submarines, atomic and otherwise, and all surface vessels capable of launching missiles." Another man appeared. This job took a little longer, since the crew of each vessel had to be teleported back to their bases. An immense scrap-pile, probably visible with a telescope of even moderate power, built up rapidly on the third moon. "Now a complete list of your uranium-refining plants, your military reactors, heavy-water and heavy-hydrogen plants, and so on." Another man appeared, but the starship did not move. "Here is a list of plants," and Garlock named them, coldly. "You will remember them. I will return you to your office, and you may--or may not, as you please--order them evacuated. Look at your watch. We start destroying them in exactly seventy-two of your hours from this moment. Any and all persons on the properties will be killed; any within a radius of ten of your miles may be killed. Our explosives are extremely powerful, but there is no radioactivity and no danger from the fall-out. The danger is from flash-blindness, flash-burn, sheer heat, shock-wave, concussion, and flying debris of all kinds." The officer vanished and Garlock turned back to the Prime Minister.