Chapter 625:

"You follow my orders, or you go down and stay there," I said suddenly. "which one?"
"I'll do as you say." He said, and the cage quickly followed him down.
After he was on the ground for a second, he raised his head to adjust his appetite, staring anxiously around him. Nothing happened for a few minutes, and then, along the length of the ship, a huge trapdoor flew open. What came out of it was a spider, which was not as rusty as we saw it, but gradually turned into a dirty yellow. Behind him were two rust-red Arameans, and the two fell on each side of the yellow boy.
I think that the first Arab was one of the experienced members of the race, which is correct. When he climbed closer to the shrunken Tipune, I saw that in the bristles covering his head and chest, it was a trouble.
The three big spiders approached the ship cautiously, constantly looking at it with huge, shining eyes. They stopped for a safe distance, and the old guy turned his attention to Tipner.
Obviously, what Tipner radiated made the old guy very angry. I can see his legs trembling and his jaw bones are broken.
"He said he wouldn't do it!" Tipner called me excitedly. "Say we can't reach their underground. If we try to hurt them, they will kill their hostages."
I ordered: "Ask him if there are any tunnels between the boat and the river." "We will prove what we will do if he hurts Inverness and Brady."
The two exchanged silently, and Tipner raised his head and shook his head.
"No," he shouted. "There is no tunnel. Water will seep into it."
"Then tell him to see!"
I took a step back and pressed the attention signal.
"Mr. Hendrix?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Anywhere between here and the river, use a starboard tube, full power, and focus the beam on."
"Once, sir!"
His ray generator hummed a song, and their notes deepened for a while. The rays penetrated into the dry sandy soil and continuously burrowed into the ground, opening a hole twice the diameter of a human.
At first, the small reddish-brown disintegrating dust hung above the tunnel entrance, and then cut into the ground with the rays, quickly sinking and disappearing.
"Stop action, Mr. Hendricks!" I ordered "Keep the generator running and wait for further orders."
After Hendricks' quick confirmation came back, I called Tipene.
I said, "Tell your friend to check the small hole we drilled." "Tell him, if he wants to see how deep it is, then climb in. Then tell him how many of these tubes we have, if he If the hostages are not released immediately and are not harmed, we will rise above his city and blow up a crater that is large enough to bury."
Tipner nodded and greeted the elderly Aramaic, who retreated from the shaft of the earth and was disintegrated by our rays. Now he approached it very cautiously, on his two sides away from the anxious guards.
At the edge of the sloping tunnel, he stopped, stared down, and then circled carefully, approaching the covered tunnel where he appeared.
"He agrees." Tipena yelled unhappily. "He will give Inverness and Brady to us. But we have to come and get them; he said that they put themselves in a small compartment and will not let any Arabs approach them. They still have atomic guns. ; But the Arabs did not "realize that they were weapons." "
"Very good; tell him that a party on the ship will be ready in a few seconds. You will work with us as an interpreter; you know how to communicate with them."
I pressed Corey's attention signal and he answered immediately.
"Pick five good people for the landing party. Two of them are portable disintegrating ray machines and equipped with equipment. The others will be equipped with acetylene lamps, pistols and atomic grenades. Please get these people into the trap as soon as possible."
"Immediately, sir!"
I picked up the cage and waited for his colleagues when I fixed my equipment and returned.
"One second, Mr. Corey, we are leaving." I called the navigation room. "Mr. Kincaid, I want to direct you. We are going to Alanya to pick up Inverness and Brady. I don't expect any trouble. If there is no trouble, we will return within an hour. If not, in Return within three hours, bomb the entire area with an atomic bomb, and mess it up with rays. Is this clear?"
"Yes, sir." Kincaid said.
"Then go to the base immediately and report. If necessary, I have entered a record of this expedition in the log as official evidence."
"Yes, sir." Kincaid said, he was about the same as a perfect officer I had ever met.
"Mr. Corey, you have listened to my orders. So are you guys. We are going underground to visit the veritable Warren of these spider creatures. If you want to refuse this service, please allow me to evacuate."
No man was moved. Hardly suppressed his smile. He knows the people he picked for this job.
"Good!" I said, and signaled the cage operator. Soon, we fell to the ground, where Tippen and our three furry guides were waiting for us.
It was a terrifying experience that he fell into a white-lined tunnel. The lining is hard and fibrous, a thick material, equivalent to normal-sized spider silk, although the strands are as big as my little finger and as strong as a cable.
Careful inspection of our guide did not fill me with confidence or courage; their eight faint eyes, staring at important positions on their heads, seemed to be ominous without blinking. Their mandibles and fangs fold back like a knife with a knife, and with their strong palms, they look like very powerful weapons.
The Aramis ran ahead of us, our ethnic lights creating strange and distorted shadows on the curved walls of the tunnel. And I put reluctantly in front of us, and the five selected people raised the back row.
About forty feet down, the ground of the tunnel bends sharply and flattens. A shorter distance on many other horizontal tunnels merged with it, and the shape has changed; from a tube with a completely circular cross-section to a flat oval, it may be half the height of a person and at least the width three times.
Dozens of other Arabs in our party joined us, and they rushed from the side passage. Some people continued to move forward, and some hid behind us until the tunnel was filled with the brittle sound characteristic of their walking.
"They have no shortage of numbers," murmured softly. "Think they will get into trouble, sir?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. I showed them the power of the rays; I believe the rays make the old guys feel scared. You tell them, if they play tricks, Tiffin, what will we do?"
"Of course; my life is threatened, isn't it?" Rob.
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