Four minutes gone. Twenty degrees. The destroyer should be almost west-south-west now.
"Wagner," Ward barked. "How are you coming?"
"It's the relay, right enough. I should have it clicking in a few mins."
"You've about twenty, so do it right! Buzz Control and tell them that we're going to cut off the landing beams on the south of the field and for them to light up all the eastern boundary lights."
"Yes, sir."
Six minutes gone. Thirty degrees.
IV
The spirit of the Leader rides with us, thought the destroyer's commander. The very force of his will has caused those fools below to leave their beam on. And they are members of the race that seeks to dictate terms to the Leader! So ignorant they are, so unenlightened. They are unfit to rule. By the great god Zabir—nay, not by that false god, but by the Leader, we are the only ones fit to rule and we shall!
"Andrakalarn marsti virki!" he shrilled into the intercommunication tube.