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Isaac and I are still in the room. The Ipsolstai left for a while and then came back. I think they are
the same ones, and I recognize Burn and Caleb. They started to flash at each another almost
immediately. Caleb started first.
Is broken it. Has this one it done. Word is clear very. Result one only. Quite clear.
Is young this one. Is unknown this word they, uknown them this color. To color this word, in sight
lacking those, foolishness. Result clear not is. Result true is always way the. Result, yes, this
no
result.
Unknown no discoloration is. Is color same. Result must be. Word clear is. They defy from Titan
we? They from Imperium defy we? Brothers defy we? Him defy we? Committted act been has.
Result being now must.
"Andrew, how about the second pit?"
We are just waiting for the C-probes. I've placed cartridges at the wall of the gorge to
cause some rockslides when they are in. Maybe we can trap them that way. We have
our emergency beacons on to lead them. It's still dark outside, but they are coming.
Nothing to see yet. It's hard to wait. Our beacons are still on, though it's not a good
feeling to function as bait. And again four of us are bound to the same danger.
It's too late to get away anyway. We are so stupid.
Xanthos, I don't know if the circling C-probe killed the dazzled ones or if they had
been fixed by the others, but it's a matter of fact that five C-probes are approaching
and Andrew has only two pits ready to trap them.
Al-Q, let's hope that they are only bluffing and that no other C-probes are coming.
Happy New Year to all of you and may the calendar also turn many times for us too.
If this will be my last Inbound. Let me say that I really appreciated the time that I've
spent with the MARSupials and that I like you all.
I'm scared, Xanthos.
The sun came up. The C-probes aren't in sight yet, though we can triangulate them. Gail is
giving us the second angle. They slowed down and now they even stopped.
"Enoch, I'm sure that I can see them, if I climb up that hill in front of me. What do you think? "
I took the mirror drone with me. I can see them now. They are moving again. They
are heading directly toward us.
"Gail, can you point the beam to the mirror drone please? I'll try to dazzle them. Be
careful not to hit me again."
"Enoch, two of them are moving strangely and have to be corrected constantly by the
others. Seems that these are the two that we blinded already and they fixed them. But
they couldn't do it very well."
"Gail, the beam is coming on target."
I'm pointing the laser right on their sensors now, though they are still a little far off.
Come on, little guys, run out of control. They don't yet, though they slowly should.
Maybe they are still too far away or the sun is still too weak or the beam lost
it's strength. Anyway, I keep pointing at them. That beam must work! It must!
Hey. No! They are launching a rocket toward me. It's going to hit me.
"Enoch! Andrew! They are going to get me! They got me! I'm ... "
Andrew reporting.
"The second pit is ready, so don't give up, Enoch. It's not stupid. We are in this together
because we are a team, and because we can work together to help each other. We can use our
beacons to divert the C-probes and lead them in a circle. If we can only get two of them into
those pits. . . then we only have to worry about three. Your explosive charges really helped. And
Zachary will use his beam. It's sure to have an effect on them. After that, we'll figure out what's
best."
It might be difficult to lead them in a circle if they stay fanned out in that semicircular formation.
No, wait. They veered away. They're moving closer together. They're closing in on something.
They found a target.
"Zachary! Get down!"
He's not moving. He's just standing there with a construction drone. It looks strange. He's got
a shiny crystal mounted on it's back. Stop fiddling with the drone and get down!
The lead probe has launched a rocket! There's an explosion and a lot of dust. I can't see
Zachary any more!
The C-probes are closing in.
Everybody is in terrible danger except me and Theresa. If it weren't for Theresa, I'd go out
and help Andrew and Daniel and Enoch and Zachary. Anything would be better than waiting
here not knowing what to do.
And something awful is going to happen to Bette and Isaac I just know it.
To make matters worse, that awful Brunel-Brauer transmission is back, louder than ever.
"Happy New Year, Parker. At least we still have our jobs."
"No thanks to you. And we have a watchdog now. Peering over our shoulders.
Making sure we only take 30 minutes for lunch. Spying and snooping.
Writing daily reports about our productivity.
Hardon, did you put sugar in my coffee?"
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