"Would you point out these blessings?"
"We had them once," Zen said. "And we're going to have them again."
"Are you?" West nodded toward the screen where the far-off enemy technicians and engineers were busy with their super bomb.
"Now that we know that it exists, that bomb will never land," Zen said. "I'll see to that personally."
"How are you going to discharge this responsibility?" West inquired.
"I'll find a way," Zen answered.
"I admire your spirit, colonel, though not necessarily your evaluation of your personal position at this moment. Also, there is one other thing that I want you to see."
The screen went blank. Slowly another scene formed on it. Zen, staring, blurted out words.
"That's another one. They're making two of those super bombs. I didn't think they had the materials and the technical know-how to make even one! This doubles the problem, and more than doubles the urgency. We'll have to guard the skyways from all directions, including straight up. Damn it, West!" Zen slapped his fist into his open palm to emphasize his feeling of urgency.
"Look again, colonel," the craggy man invited.