"There's been killing."
"Undoubtedly," Prule growled with disgust. "The Faktors could not allow these people to be in space. They would see too much. Note the empty suit...."
It was at this point that Web stepped out of the turret and saw Falk.
Kunklin watched curiously.
"A Faktor?"
"No. One of the people of this planet. Note the primitive equippage." Pause. "This is extraordinary."
"You mean because he's alive?"
"Of course. The others are dead. Why is this one still alive?"
Kunklin was the younger one, cocky and in many ways indolent, but he had by far the quicker mind.
"He is alive," Kunklin said swiftly, "because he is a Galactic. Let us go down."