Klaus flushed. “Why not? We sent a runner to the Yank lines and he comes back. Maybe he thought he’d find some good game here.”
Hendricks laughed harshly. “I came from the UN bunkers. There were human beings all around me.”
“Maybe you saw an opportunity to get into the Soviet lines. Maybe you saw your chance. Maybe you—”
“The Soviet lines had already been taken over. Your lines had been invaded before I left my command bunker. Don’t forget that.”
Tasso came up beside him. “That proves nothing at all, Major.”
“Why not?”
“There appears to be little communication between the varieties. Each is made in a different factory. They don’t seem to work together. You might have started for the Soviet lines without knowing anything about the work of the other varieties. Or even what the other varieties were like.”
“How do you know so much about the claws?” Hendricks said.
“I’ve seen them. I’ve observed them. I observed them take over the Soviet bunkers.”
“You know quite a lot,” Klaus said. “Actually, you saw very little. Strange that you should have been such an acute observer.”