"Zen, old man, what are you up to?" Grant asked.
"Take this one next," Kurt ordered. Grant looked reluctant but resigned as he disappeared.
Zen was alone in the big chamber. Smoke swirled from the ceiling. One Asian was already on his feet and a guard was sitting up.
"I've got them all here," West's voice came across vast distances.
"Good."
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah," Zen answered. "But I'm going that way." He pointed toward the ceiling.
"Kurt!" West's voice was sharp with sudden pain as he caught the colonel's meaning.
"That way or no way," Zen answered.
"But that's not a passenger rocket."