CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ZETH STEPPED INTO THE empty office. Along the rear wall was an elongated window that overlooked the warehouse below, with a desk and chair positioned to observe the factory floor. A door on the opposite side of the room revealed a corridor. Zeth peered each way. Which direction should he choose?
The lack of laborers disturbed him. Surely this packing plant wasn’t completely automated? The buildings looked fairly rundown, but each sorting machine, conveyor belt and harvester ran with the smooth efficiency that indicated maintenance was conducted regularly, so where was everyone?
If the telnaks weren’t here, he might be on a wild belinga chase and not know it. Zeth had spent a week hunting a belinga once, a few years back. Rel had been beside himself with laughter when
