Hotang Lu opened his large case. "I will contact our superiors immediately and ask their advice."
"Yes," nodded Toralen Ki. "Also ask them if they have the answer to the less-sensitive detector, yet."
Hotang turned the communicator on and waited for it to warm up. His hand dropped into the case and came up with another small instrument of extreme complexity.
"Once the suppressor is destroyed," he said with a smile of contemplation, "we can use this on them."
"And that means success!" breathed Toralen Ki. "From that time on, our plans—"
"Wait, the communicator is operating," said Hotang Lu, waving a hand. He reached for the communicator's controls and started to talk swiftly, pressing his head against the plate above the voice-transmitter.
Flight Commander Thompson handed Downing a sheaf of papers. "There's the wave analysis," he said with pride.
Downing looked them over. "You've got the technical crew. Can we reproduce all or any of it?"
"Only by tearing down a couple of modine directors. The boys can convert the spotting, training, and ranging circuits—they'll use the components—and rebuild the thing to generate barriers. The snatcher is easy. We'll just juggle the main modulating system of a tractor generator. That comes out so simple I feel slightly sick at not having thought of it myself."
"What is its analysis?" asked Downing.