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material in the destroyed Arkonide cruiser. With this they intended to bridge the gap between their own
lagging technology and the monopoly of the ArkonidesтАЩ far advanced state of science enjoyed by
RhodanтАЩs new realm.The landing manoeuvre on the moon turned out to be the most difficult phase of the
GreyhoundтАЩs secretive mission. At first the spaceship had been guided by precise impulses sent from the
ground station, and the automatically controlled flight had been uneventful. But now the Greyhound was
above the landing site, which was on the other side of the moon. The craft was therefore cut off from the
automatic guidance signals coming from Earth. It would take all the skill of the two pilots to carry out the
landing for which they had been specially trained back on Earth.The two pilots, Lieutenant Colonel
Michael Freyt and Lieutenant Conrad Derringhouse, formed the crew of the Greyhound, together with
Captain Rod Nyssen, the gunner, and Major William Sheldon, in charge of the special duties connected
with the salvage operations of the Arkonide material from the wrecked cruiser.



"Speed zero except for vertical descent," announced Derringhouse.



"Vertical speed thirty feet per second, constant," replied Lieutenant Colonel Freyt. "We are floating
down like a feather?"



Freyt was a product of the same training school Perry Rhodan had attended a few years earlier. They
seemed almost like brothers. Tall, lean, serious, but with tiny crowтАЩs feet at the corners of their eyes that
spoke of their tremendous sense of humour.Both pilots were wearing their space suits but had pushed
back their helmets far enough to be able to converse directly without the help of microphones. Nyssen
and Sheldon, though, had their head gear all ready like the rest of their outfit. They could have stepped
out onto the surface of the moon at any moment.



"Altitude twelve thousand feet!" signalled Derringhouse. His face bore the impish expression of a
schoolboy playing hookey.



"Keep on braking!" ordered Freyt.



A surge of slightly increased speed coursed through the craft. Seconds later the effect of the weak
lunar gravitational pull was felt again.



"Vertical Speed eighteen feet per second. Distance, please!"