““One of the big ones, the kind with stalks, got into an Ivan bunker last week,” Eric said. “It got a whole platoon of them before they got their lid shut.” “How do you know?” “A buddy told me. The thing came back with—with remains.” “Moon Base, sir,” the communications officer said. On the screen the face of the lunar monitor appeared. His crisp uniform contrasted to the uniforms in the bunker. And he was clean shaven. “Moon Base.” “This is forward command L-Whistle. On Terr...a. Let me have General Thompson.” The monitor faded. Presently General Thompson’s heavy features came into focus. “What is it, Major?” “Our claws got a single Russian runner with a message. We don’t know whether to act on it—there have been tricks like this in the past.” “What’s the message?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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