"All we need to do is learn the language of an alien race we
don't know, have never met, and whose language we can't read. Then we
can break free of here."
"Let's get busy," said Zip. "I like a challenge. We were led here by
our hosts. There has to be a way."
Zip went back to George St. George and his men. "We'll be working on
getting into one of the spacecraft and learning how to use it. You can
help by exploring this place and finding out what's here. George, would
you please take an inventory of what we've got in the way of food and
drink and make a plan for making it last as long as you can. We'll also
need spacesuits. We can probably fly without them if we have to, but
it's a bad risk."
"Okay, Zip. We'll do our part," responded George. His men scattered
throughout the hangar. There was a lot to investigate. It was only
about 200 yards long and 50 yards wide, but was lined with cabinets.
There were shelves and racks with equipment of various kinds, some
recognizable and some decidedly not. More than a dozen doors opened
into the hangar. Zip went back to the spacecraft the Starmen had chosen
for their escape vehicle.
Joe and Mark were at the closest work station, where there were tools
of curious manufacture.
"What can you guess about the alien race that built this place?" asked
Joe as he ran his hands across a set of tools, picking one up and
putting it back down.
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