Deep in the African minesite, bent over the viewscreens in the half-lit dark, Jonnie was taking a loss.
Day 92 was coming up on them like a whirlwind.
At first he had hoped that he could get a separate console built using Terl’s plans and install it down at Kariba. Such would bypass any real necessity for a hopeless attack in America to seize that one. It looked as if it remained their best chance, but it was hardly any chance at all. He would have had to stop Terl from using that strange bomb, but he could not do that without the almost foolhardy risks of letting it go right on up to firing time on Day 92 and trying to attack the platform and grab that console at the last moment.
Other news was not good. There had been two more raids by the visitors in different places and casualties h
