Albrekt simply took a heat gun from the rack, stuck it in Migl's back and ordered him to leave the control room. Migl took it as a joke, at first.
"It's no joke," Albrekt assured him, nudging him with the weapon. "Get below, if you don't want to get burned."
Puzzlement written all over his swarthy face, Migl unstrapped himself from the captain's chair and pushed himself across the room. Albrekt slid into the chair, buckled himself in and pulled two rolls of magnetic tape from the breast pocket of his coveralls. He found the roll marked "No. 1," stuck the other in the rack beside him and inserted the end of his tape in the automatic pilot.
Migl paused at the top of the gangway.
"You're not going to blast?" demanded Migl in amazement.
"I am," retorted Albrekt, holding the heat gun steady.
"Por Dios, Carrel's not strapped in!" exclaimed the engineer. "You'll break every bone in his body if you don't give him warning!"
Albrekt glanced at his watch.
"You have five minutes to warn him and strap yourself in," he said. "I can't be bothered."
Migl vanished down the hatch and Albrekt flicked the switch that closed and locked it. A moment later the intercom system erupted with Migl's frantic voice from below: