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There was no mention made of their losses, although Friedrichs had again forfeited
four helicopters.
At last Kakuta reported in on hand telecom.
"I got Goratschin out of bed, Mr. Rhodan. We're still stuck in his house. The relief
attack was worth its weight in gold. Could you direct the nearest heavy tank over
here? Ivan is good at attack but he has very little means of defence against assault
from behind."
"OK. Stay in the house. We'll send you a tank with strong protective screening."
"Thank you, sir!"
Capt. Klein acted immediately without waiting for specific instructions. Two 70-
ton tanks were standing by in block J-D 9. Klein dispatched them to Goratschin's
apartment.
"One of them will have to make it. Insure coverage!"
"At your command, Captain!" the lieutenant replied curtly, breaking off the
connection.
The attack on block H-G 7 was less effective, perhaps because the robots had
adjusted to Bell's plan. "We'll have to think of something new."
It was a depressing prospect. Their concentration of forces at two points had its
disadvantage too. The robots had been able to advance six assault arms towards
Norway within minutes.
"Those metal devils are taking advantage of every opportunity," Bell mumbled.
"They should actually figure that the place we most heavily defend is their most
important target. Is that intelligence?"
"In my opinion, if we want to discover their plans," Dr. Manoli interjected, "we
have to find out how they communicate."
"What nonsense! We know that exactly. But who is in command of them?"
"That's what I meant."
"I have them now. Would you keep quiet a moment?"
Everyone turned to look at Tanaka Seiko, who had previously hardly spoken a
word.
The thin, delicately-built Japanese had always been known to be a quiet, reserved
person in the community of mutants. This characteristic must have been a
necessary consequence of his parapsychological ability of 'direction finding'. To a
greater extent than even a telepath, he listened inside himself. His additional sense
was, technically viewed, nothing but an exceedingly complicated radio apparatus
such as human and Arkonide had had thus far been unable to produce. Seiko
'heard' radio waves. Moreover, he was able to spontaneously undertake a wave
determination that allowed him to clearly tune into the transmission he wanted to
receive.
However, the concentration required minutes at a time and left him bodily weak.
He was sitting in an armchair, his eyes shut.
"Who do you have, Tanaka?"
Seiko rebuffed them with a wave of the hand that silenced even Bell and Rhodan.
Obediently they waited.
The viewcom began to buzz, now of all times. Bell simply turned back the
reception button, throttling picture and sound. He whispered into the microphone:
"Wait two seconds. Reception now impossible."
There was heavy protest at the other end of the line but it was ignored.
Who did Tanaka 'have'? That was the most important question.
A short while later he relaxed. "I intercepted a robot communication frequency.