"That's where we will start the task of rebuilding," Zen said.
"Rebuild what with what?" Larson demanded.
"There will be something left," Zen said firmly. "You are already underground. You will stay that way. Keep the good fight going, for years. Raise some kids to keep it going after you are gone." He felt very firm and sure about what he was saying.
"You're full of hot air," Red-Dog Jimmie Thurman said.
"Besides, you are planning something else," Nedra spoke. "You want to get rid of us so you can—"
"West!" Zen shouted.
"Yes, Kurt."
"Take 'em away!" Zen yelled. "They're trying to rebel on me. Take Nedra first before she reads my mind."
"I'm working as fast as I can," West answered. "This instrument has to be tuned to the individual body frequency. Ah—"
"I knew there was something—" Nedra began. And vanished. Zen grinned. He had the impression that she was calling him names that no lady should speak as she went away. Time would cure that, if any time was left. In the chamber an Asian was stirring.