Strong hesitated. "I don't know, Tom. I really don't know."
CHAPTER 17
"What time is it, Astro?"
"Exactly eleven o'clock, sir."
"All set?"
"Yes, sir."
"You know what to do. Move out!"
Astro and Major Connel were crouched behind a pile of fuel drums piled near the communications and radar building in the heart of the Nationalists' base. Above them, the gigantic tree used as the radar tower rose straight into the Venusian morning sky.