Klaus squatted down. “Is it your command?” “Scott, listen. Do you understand? About them, the claws. Did you get my message? Did you hear me?” “Yes.” Faintly. Almost inaudible. He could hardly make out the word. “You got my message? Is everything all right at the bunker? None of them have got in?” “Everything is all right.” “Have they tried to get in?” The voice was weaker. “No.” Hendricks turned to Klaus. “They’re all right.” “Have they been attacked?” “No.” Hendricks pressed the phone tighter to his ear. “Scott, I can hardly hear you. Have you notified the Moon Base? Do they know? Are they alerted?” No answer. “Scott! Can you hear me?” Silence. Hendricks relaxed, sagging. “Faded out. Must be radiation pools.” Hendricks and Klaus looked at each other. Neither of them said anything. After a time Klaus said, “Did it sound like any of your men? Could you identify the voice?” “It was too faint.” “You couldn’t be certain?” “No.” “Then it could have been—”