Grey nodded mutely and began to follow the commander out of the door, his attention focussed upon an idea which had sprung into his consciousness during the past minute.
"Look, Joe," he thought. "If you can do that to a Terran, what could you do to one of the enemy?"
Joe began, "If I knew what the enemy was like...."
A blast of thought broke into their minds. It blazed a warning signal in vivid, incandescent pictures, and in roaring sound. It said, in numerous and tumultuous manners, Stop where you are—keep out—restricted, confidential, top-secret territory!
Grey jerked his head around. He stared for one astounded moment at the Canopan officer.
Then he was walking out to the waiting helicopter, the palm of his hand moist as he tightly held one of Joe's tentacles.
The people who ran a war were not always the obvious ones, he thought.