Chapter Thirty-Three
The ArmadaSonyea, New York
August 25, 1926
“Costello, we have to go,” Kelly said. “Diamond and his men will be here any minute.”
“We need Dr. Peterson’s help. We need that phenobarbital. And if we have to fight our way out of here, a lot of innocent people will die trying to stop us.” Costello turned to Cavell, who was listening intently to the conversation between the three men. “Can’t you just show him?”
“Show me what?” Peterson asked
“The danger that is fast approaching your planet,” Costello replied
“Oh, yes. Please show me. Do you have photographs?” Peterson asked skeptically.
“All right. Since he’s so eager, I’ll show him,” Cavell said, annoyed by Peterson’s attitude.
“You’ll have to sit down, Dr. Peterson,” Costello said. “This won’t hurt.”
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