"And then," said Don Mariner, "we catch one of the supermen and beat some truth out of him."
Alan laughed hollowly, reminding himself of a character out of MacBeth. "Beat it out of him? Torture a being that doesn't feel pain?"
"Kill him, then," urged Rob Pope. "It's simple bloodthirst, but we've got to make a beginning. Perhaps it'll make his cousins fret a little. Bring 'em into the open."
"We don't even know they can be killed. A thousand-pound 'sword' couldn't faze the pilot of that disk. What could we do?"
"We can try! It's no good our arguing back and forth; we haven't any real data. The only thing to do is kidnap one of them, see what makes him tick, and then do our planning."
"I'm for that," said Don. "Which one shall we take?"
"The welder's vanished, and we can't very well torture, or try to torture, Win Gilmore. Too rough on Alan. Let's have in the pilot of the wrecked disk."
"He wouldn't come here if we called him: too suspicious a request," said Alan. "Kidnapping's the thing."
"Pope and I can handle that," said Thihling. "Anyone know his name?"
"Erin Grady," said Don Mariner. "Judas, isn't that a handle!"