Then he
suddenly initiated the electromagnetic pulse to fry the microwave
probes, but he also fried his own system. But the asteroid must have
more power than that to be able to do what it must have done in the
past. You saw the power plant as well as I did! Did it look to you as
if Zimbardo could have burned that whole thing out with one EMP, no
matter how intense?"
"Makes sense, Mark. Where, then, is the rest of the power?"
Mark looked up at Zip with a wan smile. "If you want to find it, you
can help me look through these papers, if you want."
"All right, I will," said Zip, and sat down. Mark handed him a stack of
paper, showed Zip what to look for, and went back to his own study.
Joe remained on the flight deck, keeping careful watch on the
instruments. He preserved the Star Ranger's course precisely so that
there would be no unnecessary delay in meeting the runaway asteroid.
Before him was a scattering of white stars in the blackness. A few
large ones stood out.
"Mark would love this," Joe thought, but he didn't bother his friend.
The best minds of Starlight Enterprise and Space Command had been
working for more than twenty-four hours on the problem of diverting the
runaway asteroid, and had not even been able to restore power.
Twenty-five ships had docked inside the landing area, and more than 300
men were inside the facility.
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