"
"But sir," pleaded Gene, almost desperately. "That would take a lot of
power! It would be highly inefficient and might work against us! I
don't know the power capacity of the asteroid! It could very well burn
us out!"
Zimbardo stopped moving for a moment, then turned his head very slowly
around and stared at Gene. His eyes glinted with an unearthly light.
"Do it," he hissed.
Gene stepped back half a pace, then pivoted swiftly and ran to the
power breakers on the far side of the room. He began to pull switches,
override safety indicators, and turn power dials to maximum output.
In a little less than three minutes, he turned and looked back at
Zimbardo. The pirate leader had not taken his eyes off of his assistant
for a second. With his mouth slightly open, Gene looked into Zimbardo's
eyes from across the room and nodded with a quick jerk of his head.
Zimbardo smiled, inclined his head slowly, and turned back to his
console. He laughed out loud and pressed the switch that activated a
general direction EMP.
There was a deafening sound like that of a huge metal block falling to
the floor and then grinding along an uneven surface. A wailing screech
filled the room and everyone but Zimbardo covered his ears. The screech
increased in intensity until men fell to the floor and writhed,
pressing their hands firmly to the sides of their heads.
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