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Fantascience Digest, v. 1, issue 5, July-August 1938
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war struck, he had just completed the craft, from the "detonator" in the nose of the ship which was used to crack up the rock in front by wave strain, to the final installation of Splurge's accidental discovery: the instrument by means which they could eavesdrop on any conversation using television. The private lines used a tight direct radio beam. This instrument was sensitive enough to catch the almost negligible leaks in the beams. Batty having climbed in, Splurge took one last look around the barn, tilted the machine to a forty degree angle with the crane and clambered in. "I tried it out, Batty, while waiting for you, " Splurge said. "Well, if you can handle her, I guess I can," Batty stated. Figuring out the angles, starting speed and checking the lights and oxygen, Splurge had his hands full starting. At a depth of twenty feet, Splurge had Batty level off and lock the controls, and, rising from his seat, he staggered over to the television set. "Better stay where you are, Batty. This thing is bucking like a movie bronco. Funny, you don't notice it while you're sitting, but I'd sure hate to stand very long." He pitched into the other set and spun the dials. "Hope I can get their headquarters without too much interference. I'd like to know where to strike." He paused, and then with his face hardening, "Their United European army invaded the United Americas without warning or threat. It cut our weak, swiftly mobilized army to pieces. It set up a weak subsidiary government under the U.E. dictator." "If we are lucky-----, we can remove the headquarters, and we might get the "Independent Head of the American Continents." I believe his name is Nalunt, Clifton Nalunt, I think I heard something of his being the leading force behind the invasion." "Yes, if we disposose of him the U.E. dictator will lose his most valuable man, and I hope many more besides." Suddenly the eyes of the two men focused on the split screen as two faces flashed into view. One, the U.E. dictator and the other his chief aide and nominal head of the U.A.'s. A thin sneering face smiled quite unpleasantly as the latter person discussed the situation with his chief. Finally the dictator remarked, "Since you say the United Americas are thoroughly subdued, I will come to your headquarters in San Fran---, no, in St Louis after I have "visited" Asia. That will be about five weeks from now. You will assemble all department heads. It is time for a personal council." Splurge chuckled, "Right into our hands: from what he said, this council will assemble all the important men in the U.E.s." "That headquarters will probably be well protected, " stated Batty. "How do you plan to get away with this massacre? Bomb it from below?" "Exactly, Batty. Those explosives you loaded were the new xxxz gelatine. The United European scientists developed it. I once saw a teaspoonful of it blow a stone house to shreds. We have about, let's see,...two boxes, ---about twenty rounds of it." "That ought to be enough with about nineteen rounds to spare." "Yes." Splurge carefully computed the course and speed and set the controls for St Louis. "Let's eat!" Batty dug into the crates. "oranges," and then, "Damn!!!!" "What's wrong, Batty?" "There's four crates of canned salmon and four of canned milk." "Hey, are you sure?"
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war struck, he had just completed the craft, from the "detonator" in the nose of the ship which was used to crack up the rock in front by wave strain, to the final installation of Splurge's accidental discovery: the instrument by means which they could eavesdrop on any conversation using television. The private lines used a tight direct radio beam. This instrument was sensitive enough to catch the almost negligible leaks in the beams. Batty having climbed in, Splurge took one last look around the barn, tilted the machine to a forty degree angle with the crane and clambered in. "I tried it out, Batty, while waiting for you, " Splurge said. "Well, if you can handle her, I guess I can," Batty stated. Figuring out the angles, starting speed and checking the lights and oxygen, Splurge had his hands full starting. At a depth of twenty feet, Splurge had Batty level off and lock the controls, and, rising from his seat, he staggered over to the television set. "Better stay where you are, Batty. This thing is bucking like a movie bronco. Funny, you don't notice it while you're sitting, but I'd sure hate to stand very long." He pitched into the other set and spun the dials. "Hope I can get their headquarters without too much interference. I'd like to know where to strike." He paused, and then with his face hardening, "Their United European army invaded the United Americas without warning or threat. It cut our weak, swiftly mobilized army to pieces. It set up a weak subsidiary government under the U.E. dictator." "If we are lucky-----, we can remove the headquarters, and we might get the "Independent Head of the American Continents." I believe his name is Nalunt, Clifton Nalunt, I think I heard something of his being the leading force behind the invasion." "Yes, if we disposose of him the U.E. dictator will lose his most valuable man, and I hope many more besides." Suddenly the eyes of the two men focused on the split screen as two faces flashed into view. One, the U.E. dictator and the other his chief aide and nominal head of the U.A.'s. A thin sneering face smiled quite unpleasantly as the latter person discussed the situation with his chief. Finally the dictator remarked, "Since you say the United Americas are thoroughly subdued, I will come to your headquarters in San Fran---, no, in St Louis after I have "visited" Asia. That will be about five weeks from now. You will assemble all department heads. It is time for a personal council." Splurge chuckled, "Right into our hands: from what he said, this council will assemble all the important men in the U.E.s." "That headquarters will probably be well protected, " stated Batty. "How do you plan to get away with this massacre? Bomb it from below?" "Exactly, Batty. Those explosives you loaded were the new xxxz gelatine. The United European scientists developed it. I once saw a teaspoonful of it blow a stone house to shreds. We have about, let's see,...two boxes, ---about twenty rounds of it." "That ought to be enough with about nineteen rounds to spare." "Yes." Splurge carefully computed the course and speed and set the controls for St Louis. "Let's eat!" Batty dug into the crates. "oranges," and then, "Damn!!!!" "What's wrong, Batty?" "There's four crates of canned salmon and four of canned milk." "Hey, are you sure?"
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