There was no sound. There was no vibration. There was no indication in the underground room that anything at all had happened. There was only a violent flare in the eyepiece, from which Nolan had just drawn back.
Someone came shouting from out of doors that there had been an intolerable flash of brilliance in the sky.
A few moments later the word came that the drone control board indicated that the drone had ceased to exist.
The Com Ambassador sighed a little when he saw the expression on the Coordinator's face. Interviews with the titular head of the alliance of all Western nations became increasingly a strain on his politeness. But the Coordinator said grimly:
"I think I can guess what you're here to tell me!"
The Com Ambassador said politely: