"All, all right," Walt said nervously.
"Now, Mr. Johnson, if you'll just tell us—take it slowly; take your time—about life on this space station. Any details you can remember will prove helpful. Describe your quarters, the nature of the aliens—anything at all."
Walt twisted in the seat. He looked around at the waiting faces. A general lit a cigarette. The heating system hummed softly.
Walt began to talk.
From time to time, someone interrupted him with a question.
It seemed to go on forever.
"About this focus rod?"
"It sends out a, a radiation. Something. I don't understand too well. It's lethal."
"What is the radius of destruction?"