Greg's forehead was wrinkled in thought, his facial muscles tensed.
"First thing to do,” he said, “is to contact all the men we can find… men we can rely on to help us carry out our plans. We'll need more televisor machines, more teleport machines, some for use on Mars and Venus, others for the Jovian moons. We will have to bring the men here to learn to operate them. It'll take a few days. We'll get some men to work on new machines right away."
He started to rise from his chair, but at that moment the coffee and sandwiches arrived.
Greg grinned. “We may as well eat first."
Mallory looked grateful and tried to keep from wolfing the food. The others pretended not to notice. GRIM hours followed, an unrelenting search over two planets and four moons for men whom Mallory considered loyal to his cause-men willing to risk their lives to throw off the yoke of Interplanetary.
They were hard to find. Many of them were dead, victims of the purge. The others were in hiding and word of them was difficult to get.
But slowly, one by one, they were ferreted out, the plan explained to them, and then, by means of the tele-transport, they were brought to the Invincible.
Hour after hour men worked, stripped to their waists, in the glaring inferno of terrible force fields, fashioning new television units. As fast as the sets were constructed, they were placed in operation.
The work went faster than could be expected, yet it was maddeningly slow.
For with the passing of each hour, Stutsman clamped tighter his iron grip on the planets. Concentration camps were filled to overflowing. Buildings were bombed and burned. Murders and executions were becoming too common to be news.