“General Stone! Can you hear me?” Matthew asked, opening communications with the nutshells of the MATER 2 this time.
“We can, General Ross! We’re hearing you! It’s amazing!” General Stone replied, referring unequivocally to the spectacle below them.
“You can see a small clearing, 11 o’ clock. We could land there!” Matthew suggested, looking through the wide dark windshield in front of him. General Stone gave an affirmative answer to him, so the four nutshells headed for that open space in the forest.
“Start the respirators!” General Stone told. Then he added, “We don’t know what kind of atmosphere we can find once we’ve landed there!” When the four engines per nutshell stopped, hatches opened, and the members came out of the spaceships, forming an orderly line and acting as a single uni
