I was immensely relieved as she answered, “Yes, Bob.”
Tako shoved me roughly. “You presume too much.”
The corridor opened into one main room occupying the full ten-foot width of the vehicle and its twenty-foot middle section. Low soft couch seats were here, and a small table with food and drink upon it; and on another table low to the floor, with a mat-seat beside it, a litter of small mechanical devices had been deposited. I saw among them two or three of the green-light hand weapons.
Tako followed my gaze and laughed. “You are transparent. If you knew how to use those weapons, do you think I would leave them near you?”
We were still garbed in the white garments, but the disks and wires and helmet had been taken from us.
“I say, you needn’t be so suspicious,” Don protested. “We’re not so absolutely foolish. But if you want any advice from us on how to attack New York, you’ve got to explain how your weapons are used.”
TAKO seated us. “All in good time. We shall have opportunity now to talk.”
“About the trip—” I said. “Are we going to New York City?”
“Yes.”
“How long will it take?”