"Where, Sir?" the driver wanted to know.
"Beyond that big crater over there. The sun glinted on metal. I'm sure of it. Didn't you see it?"
"No, Sir." The driver craned his neck. There was nothing but barren rubble and bomb craters and torn, twisted metal and ruined buildings.
"There are all sorts of old automobiles lying around out there, Sir," the driver volunteered.
"Yes, and they've been here long enough to get good and rusty," the Captain snapped. "This is something else."
The driver craned his neck. There was nothing but rubble.
Eight men in the back of the half-track leaped to their feet when they heard the faint clicking of KCN-H2SO4 guns and the buzz of an old gamma gun and the sharp bark of a very old sub machine-gun. But a grenade landed on the truck and another rolled under it.
Another wreck was added to the rubble.
"Take their weapons, if there are any left," said a quiet voice.