"I think I see, Carse! Good! Yes, I have a little—"
"We'll need a lot," the Hawk cut in tersely. "Will you instruct your assistants to begin preparing as much as they can in the next hour? Yes. And your laboratory—clear it for the operations, and improvise five operating tables. Powerful lights, too, M. S. Yes—yes—right—all accessories. Have someone stand by your radio; I'll radio further details while we're on our way."
"Right, Carse. All understood."
The Hawk remembered something else. "Oh, yes, Eliot—is everything safe in your vicinity?"
"There's a small band of isuanacs foraging around somewhere in the neighborhood, but otherwise nothing. They're harmless—"
"But possibly observant," finished Carse. "All right—I'll clear them away before descending to the lab. Until later, Eliot."
arse switched off the microphone and turned to catch Friday's shocked expression. Carse looked inquiringly at his dark satellite.
"What's wrong?"