I will deal
with them later." The intercom went off and Zimbardo turned back to the
gathering. "As you heard, St. George will be on the asteroid within the
hour."
There were nods around the table. Many questions were asked about the
destruction of the four ships near Montezuma's Castle, but there were
no answers. The issue was left unresolved; Zimbardo, however, was not
saying everything he suspected. He was frightened, but determined that
no one would know it. He had heard of the legend of the greegles and
took it more seriously than anyone would ever suspect.
Richard Starlight's spacious office was located near the top of the
highest tower on the Moon, the giant SE headquarters building located
forty miles north of Amundsen City. Accessible only by two express
elevators, his office covered nearly an entire floor of the tower-more
than 3,000 square feet. Its walls were treated glass, harder than any
metal alloy and impervious to the constant rain of micro-meteorites,
with clarity which was nearly perfect. The office was the equivalent of
121 stories above ground level, and only an observation deck and
various antennae were above it. The lunar landscape was visible for
miles in every direction. The pass which marked the entrance to the
Field of Obsolescence was barely visible ten miles away just a little
east of north.
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