Astounding Science Fiction, August 1955 (British Edition) — page 111: what you’re looking at

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TIME CRIME 109 hundred-foot conveyers; they would carry squads of Paratime Police in air- cars and thirty-foot air boats. There was a ring of big two-hundred-foot conveyers a mile out; they would carry the armor and the air- borne infantry and the little two-man scooters of the air-cavalry, from the Service and Industrial Sectors. Directly over the spatial equivalent of the Kholghoor Sector Wizard Traders’ conveyers was the single disk of Verkan Vall’s command conveyer, at a represented five thousand feet, and in a half-. mile circle around it were the five news service conveyers. ‘““Where’s the ship-conveyer?”’ he asked. “Actually, it’s on antigrav about five miles north of here,” one of the girls said. ““Representationally, about where Subchief Ranthar’s standing.” Another girl added a few more bits to the network that represented the sleep-gas bombs and stepped back, taking off her earphones. ‘“Everything’s in place, now, Assistant Verkan,” she told him. “Good. I’m going aboard, now,” he said. ““You can have it, Jard.” He shook hands with Ranthar Jard, who moved to the switch which would activate all the conveyers simultaneously, and accepted the good wishes of the girls at the terrain board. Then he walked to the mesh-covered dome of the hundred-foot conveyer, with the five news service conveyers surrounding it in as regular a circle as the buildings and towers of the regular conveyer heads would permit, The members of his own detail, smoking and chatting outside, saw him and started moving inside; so did the news people. A public-address speaker began yelping, in a hundred voices all over the area, warning those who were going with the conveyers to get aboard. He went in through a door, between two aircars, and on to the central control-desks, going up to a visi- screen over which somebody had crayoned ““Novilan EQ.” lt gave him a view, over the shoulder of a man in the uniform of a field agent third class, of the | interior of a conveyer like his own. “Hello, Assistant Verkan,’’ a voice came out of the speaker under the screen, as the man moved his lips. ““Deputy Skordran! Here’s Chief’s Assistant Verkan, now!”’ Skordran Kirv moved in front of the screen as the operator got up from his stool. “Hello, Vall; we’re all set to move out as soon as you give the RON ” he said. “We're all in position on antigray.”” “That’s smart work. We’ve just finished our gas-bomb net,” - Vall said. “Going on antigrav now,” he added, as he felt the dome lift. “I hope you won't be too disappointed if you draw a blank on your end.” “We realize that they’ve closed out the whole Esaron Sector,” Skordran Kiry, eight thousand odd miles away, replied. “‘We’re taking in a couple of ships ; we're going to make a survey all up the coast. There are a lot of other sectors where slaves can be sold in this area.” In the outside viewscreen, tuned to a slowly rotating pickup on the top ofa tower spatially equivalent with a room in a tali building on Second Level Triplanetary Empire Sector, he could see his own conveyer rising vertically, with the news conyeyers following, and the troop conveyers, several miles away, Coming into position. Finally, they were all placed; he reported the fact to Skordran Kiry and then picked up a hand-phone. : CONNIE OOOKS.COMn