THE OUTLAND

112

Thanks, Fros. I croaked.

“No problem, commander. If you need another blow to the head, just whistle. Fros nodded.

- In general, how are you?

“We scattered the people of the Conquista who were here. Antey said. “Here, several detachments roamed the streets, but you yourself remember what kind of shooters they are. Since then, they hid and remained silent. Got in, probably.

“Or…” I began slowly. “They retreated to some one point, where they have the main forces, to fall on us in a huge crowd and crush us with numbers.

I got into the broadcast of the battle, turned on the tactical analyzer. This is where the psi-protection began to sink in, here I looked up at Agnis in tight clothes. And here… Stop.

I stopped playback and rewinded a few seconds. Here the psi-background grows, here the fighters begin to resist, here the priests stepped up the onslaught, but Manyunya quickly calmed them down. But here ... Yes, exactly. Agnis' silhouette became translucent, and through it peeped an eerie wo