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and received trusting glances in exchange. He could rely on these men-of that he
was certain.
Bell had the same impression. "Our company morale is good, isn't it?" He grinned
and hurried to jump into Rhodan's already moving car.
Back to headquarters!
There the orders were already being carried out. The immediate staff stood
prepared and clad in the cumbersome Arkonide combat suits.
"We'd better not wait any longer to get into those things ourselves," Bell urged.
"We won't last long in ordinary cars without them."
"You are going to turn into a mind reader one of these days," Rhodan teased. He
was already changing into his suit. The helmet was left open. In an emergency it
could be connected very quickly.
Arkonide combat suits had been issued with increasing frequency in the past years
to important functionaries and men on special assignments for the New Power.
Originally only Bell and Rhodan had had them but the fantastic versatility of the
devices had resulted in their being used by the Mutant Corps and higher officers
and civil servants.
The Arkonide suit is a somewhat clumsy article of clothing worn over normal
dress. It is capable of flight by virtue of a built-in anti-gravitational device and has
light wave deflectors that can render the wearer invisible within the frequency
range of the 'normal' human eye. Finally an energy blocking screen about
equivalent in strength to those of combat robots saw to the personal safety of the
wearer.
An officer was waiting for them outside. He was the commander of the troop
detailed to guard Col. Freyt's office.
"OK, Captain," Bell said. "Do your duty and be sure you only allow people with
important messages to enter."
Rhodan had meanwhile turned his attention to the viewcom screen. The major
stationary facility on Earth had switched on the connection which now produced a
picture taken from a bird's eye view by helicopters.
No more than 8 minutes had elapsed since the alert and yet the street scene had
already changed rapidly.
The three troop wedges of the robot army were marching unchecked. So far they
had not met with any resistance worthy of mention. Captain Klein's line would be
reached at any moment, however; and as apprehension was still growing, it
happened.
The infantry concealed in the houses opened fire with their impulse rayguns,
blazing thermal energy, the only threat there was to the artificial beings.
Part of the attackers marched on undaunted; only a few of the giants toppled over
or disintegrated. Most of them automatically surrounded themselves with the
protective screens fed by their own little miniature atomic power plants. The outer
robots fanned out, moving towards the houses as quickly as their awkward gait
permitted.
"You stick with the enemy, Captain," Bell suddenly said to Klein, "but clear me a
line to the Air Force."
His words did not surprise anyone. Because of the alert released by the P-
computer, everyone knew where to go and whose command to follow. As official
Security Minister of the New Power, Reginald Bell had automatically assumed top
command, a fact that was not changed by Rhodan's presence.
Col. Friedrichs reported on viewcom. "Sir!"