"I've tried detonating it, and naturally, no dice," said Roberts.
"Better defuse it, then. You've hit it with everything?"
"Everything but another atomic."
"That's asking too much," said Lindsay. "They're packed to the limit with atomics now, and doubling the power—brrrrr."
"Well," said Roberts with a slight smile, "my gear is in the battle buggy. Outside."
"O.K.," said Lindsay. "We'll move back to a clearer area and set the recorders going. It's cold, for Haynes' outfit didn't so much as heat it on the way in. High-speed job for fair, and probably loaded with mercurite."
The ship sat down again far enough from the buildings so that the green actinic light from the force fields did not rise to dangerous levels. The pale glow gave enough light to make the television cameras usable without any other artificial means, though the shapeless blob that was the battle buggy and Jim Roberts was hard to keep from losing with the unaided eye.
Roberts' voice came over the communicator. "O.K.? I'm about to go after that devil."