When a vote was taken, Byron sighed as the leaders made a unanimous decision. Now they possessed all the necessary elements to stop the probe.
“Tomorrow morning,” said the Fesell leader, “we will confer with the other scientists working on this project. We should be able to provide the steps for stopping the alien ship after that.”
“Steps?” the Narcon inquired.
“The proper procedure for conveying our declaration of peace to the probe, as well as the transmission of the code.”
Once satisfied with that decision, the screens went black one by one. Ubarce grasped the edge of the table and sighed, dropping his chin to his chest. Byron grinned at the man’s reaction and then noticed one screen remained active.
“Prefect Ubarce,” said Sorth.
The man snapped to attention at once. “Yes, sir?”
