Following a passage that led to the g*n-emplacements, we approached the first. Dark and unattended, we could make little out except that it was surprisingly small—a mere ten-foot instrument of intricate design. But the guns must be super-powerful. They had shot earth warships out of the water, with one charge each.
By what principle? What did they shoot? How did they aim so accurately?
The answer came more quickly and completely than I wanted.
Without warning, an ear-shattering report sounded against the outside of the dome. Then I caught the drone of aircraft. The U.S.A.F. was making a desperate night attack, since the truce attempt—the false one Eve and I had been part of—had come to nothing.
The aliens streamed to their guns. What I saw then I hardly believed. Each gunner simply wor
