And with it a flash of brilliant light. Light that seared through the night in a terrible wave. And with it the thunder of the explosive warhead.
And then silence.
After a long moment the voice of Mathieson came through the quiet night wind.
"... It's over. Gaddon is—dead. Poor fool, he fumbled with the tools of creation, tools that man is not ready to wield ..."
And Trent heard one of the soldiers gasp, "What a story! What a story!"
But he knew, as he held the girl against him, felt her body relax beside his, that it was a story he didn't want to write.
He wanted only to forget ...
