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hundred percent sure that put an end to it." |
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"Sounds too simple," Jake protested. |
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"What are you proposing, Sergeant?" I wanted to hear Kendall's plan. |
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"Different plasma forms react differently to excessive heat," Ferris warned. |
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"I'm not talking heat," Kendall maintained. "I'm talking fire, and lots of it." |
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"What are you gonna do?" Jake grunted. "Set the whole damn woods on fire and hope and pray those damn things are in there?" |
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"I think we'd all be interested in your plan, Sergeant," Ferris mumbled. The old man had a habit of talking around his pipe, and there were times when no one could understand him. |
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"There's nothing wrong with the scheme we used in the second sweep. We had a good planknock the thing down with the tranquilizer darts from a 731 loaded with Selphon 3431 and then get the trap blanket over it and anchored." |
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I glanced around the room to get a reaction to Kendall's plan. Everyone was nodding except Jake and Bert. Jake looked skeptical. Bert was wearing an expression I couldn't read. |
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If anyone had bothered to ask me, I would have told them that I was just as dubious as Madden. As far as I knew, yours truly was the only one who had actually survived |
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