"I told you this was a personal matter," O'Donnell said. "I swore to destroy that leech. We can never have any security while it lives." He smiled. "Shall we look at the sky?"
The general strolled to the door, followed by the scientists.
"Push the button, Soldier!"
The operator did. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the sky lit up!
A bright star hung in space. Its brilliance filled the night, grew, and started to fade.
"What did you do?" Micheals gasped.
"That rocket was built around a hydrogen bomb," O'Donnell said, his strong face triumphant. "I set it off at the contact moment." He called to the operator again. "Is there anything showing on the radar?"
"Not a speck, sir."
"Men," the general said, "I have met the enemy and he is mine. Let's have some more champagne."
But Micheals found that he was suddenly ill.