CHAPTER SEVENHigh on the mountain above the station, five figures moved like tiny gleaming dolls in the full glare of the sun. They were roped in line and Felix, sweating with effort, was in the centre. Before him, inches from the viewport of his helmet, the eroded stone passed slowly downwards as he clawed his way up the steep slope.
A voice spoke quietly in his ear.
“Do you want to go to the same place as last time, Felix, or shall we try further to the right?”
That was Sergeant Echlan in charge of the detail which had accompanied Felix on each of his several “inspection” trips to determine the positioning of the new weapons. One site had been chosen and he decided to settle on the other without further delay.
“The same place,” he said into the radio. “It’s about the best we can find
