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Rico gulped and found his voice. "There's so much to spy on! Where should
we start?"
Konda drew a deep breath. "Perhaps we should just mingle with the
Micronians and observe their habits."
They gathered their courage and stepped out. Humans were everywhere, alone
and in pairs and bigger groups, all going every which way. Some were in military
uniforms, but in general everybody was dressed differently. Reassured that he
and his companions wouldn't be noticed, Bron pulled up his knee socks and
smoothed the pleats in his skirt.
It took all their self-control not to shout upon seeing male and female
Micronians mingling freely. No officers or overseers were in immediate evidence,
although it was just as plain as could be to the Zentraedi that such hivelike
activity would be totally impossible without some strong central control. Still,
there were humans who strode along purposefully while others stood idly
conversing and still others browsed along, glancing through the gleaming store
windows.
And nobody, nobody, was in step with anybody else.
They started off, observing carefully. Bron said, "Well, I think there's a
good chance we're going to be observing them for a very long time before we
figure them out."
They came to a window-shopper, a young man staring longingly at a display
in a music store, eyes fixed on a red crystal electric guitar that had three
necks and a set of speakers bigger than public comcircuit booths.
 "What d' you suppose he's doing?" Bron whispered.
Rico considered, then smiled in sudden realization. "Taking inventory!"
Bron and Konda murmured, "Ahh!" and nodded knowingly.


CHAPTER FOUR
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The trio of micronized zentraedi came to an intersection. Before them, crosswalk
signals blazed and traffic lights changed colors. The movement of vehicles and
people was orchestrated somehow, but the logic behind it was difficult to grasp.
Everything was so disorderly, so unmilitary.
And all around them was the barrage of lighted signs and flashing neon of
Macross City's "downtown." They could read the signs-at least when the logos and
print styles weren't too fanciful-but couldn't make any sense of them. And there
was so little uniformity! Surely, they thought, these Micronians must be mad.
And none of the three dared admit to the others how oddly appealing he
found it all.
Rico threw his hands in the air. "What military purpose could all those
indicators possibly serve?"
Konda glanced around at lovers strolling with arms about each other's
waists, at parents leading their children by the hand, at old people enjoying
coffee at an outdoor cafe. It was just as horrible as the intelligence reports