A power plant and an alien robot that was starved for energy!
"My stars!" gasped Meek.
He shook off the minister's hand and galloped down the street, shrieking at the Prowler. But the Prowler had no thought of stopping.
Panting, Meek slowed from a gallop to a trot, then to a labored walk. Behind him, he heard Stiffy puffing along. Behind Stiffy trailed practically the entire population of Asteroid City.
Far ahead came the sound of rending steel and crashing structure as the Prowler ripped the plant apart to get at the juice.
Stiffy gained Meek's side and panted at him. "Cripes, they'll crucify us for this. We got to get him out of there."
"How?" asked Meek.
"Danged if I know," said Stiffy.
One side of the plant was a mass of tangled wreckage, surrounding a hole out of which protruded the Prowler's hind quarters. Terrified workers and maintenance men were running for their lives. Live wires spat and crackled with flaming energy.