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out of the dust, over its use in hall. Nef closes the door. A pair Comm commands later he rises again: Exa Retzlav that Lottie and Lisa. "Wow, hello. Sause "is his greeting," Whoa who are you all there Vorndran. You Exalein times: So many visitors. " Patchara takes the scepter in his hand: "Hi, I'm Patchara Petch-a-boon, that is to Henley Westerburg of ..." She is interrupted by Retzlav "Westerburg? Hahaha! Boom, crash, pow. That was what "he hoots. All of the cell before looking at each other. Henley is appalled: "What do you mean?" He asks in disbelief. The machine now takes him directly targeted, but before he turns once on its axis. "Whoa that's all fine, how? Westerburg? Ho's long ago, almost forgotten is the nonsense. Chefchen about command: They are killing us all "! Nef raises his eyebrows to the top: "Your boss? Who is that? The secret police? The types that you have delivered? " Retzlav swings his head from left to right: "secret police, no, never. We have only ourselves, eh Exalein, and the new freedom. Even we can Rebelkovchen times crosswise juhuu. " "You were in the possession of Major General," asks Nef. "Property" asks the machine, "On the contrary. Zack, I was here. Before anyone danced. After his pipe. I think that was what ... oh. New, everything shines. " He is about to drift too far, so hooked on the young diplomat's daughter: "Yes, you are very beautiful. A fine specimen. Can you explain that again with the Westerburg? We are sooo excited. " Retzlav shaking in Parkinson's disease: "OOOH, it is far much nicer than the old stories. Today I dance! Yes, gone to Westerburg. Why I forgot. " "Secret Machine Exo-City, an attack on the pack. All this was a foregone conclusion. But now I will show you will do my latest moves! " He turns pirouettes like the skaters and screams while "we have Groove!" Henley wants to know the details: "Now tell me ..." but Retzlav is less than enthusiastic. "You mega nuisance," he sputters repellent "no more questions! Us, and especially the collar Exalein bursts. Come on, dance with dear, philistine. Lalala, wohuu. " Thus, the machine goes back into your own world. Their lives from hand to mouth, without plan or future. This makes it impossible now to tease out a bit more information from you. Total denial Währe the only consequence. Mikkel says in the round: "Lol, is the top! Fortunately, we have everything we need. Rebelkov planning an attack on the Exa Paking with new units on the moon, your screwed together. There's stuff. My Lord! Bad! What we make now? " Nef Silva was previously at Retzlav's designs have faded, now this fair summary of his nephew brings him to swallow. "Listen, children. This is too hot for the old Nef. I put on any case with the authorities. Not a word I will tell, though my career was assured. Nonsense, but sometimes quite seriously, " "I did a good job in this madhouse. I'll keep me out. You, little Westerburg ... Yes, I could understand, Henley, if you, well. Maybe ... " Loud and clear, the young Prince replied: "Maybe not! Definitely! I go over, basta! If only I knew how? Stupid room tunnel! " His mood is at its lowest ebb, despair huge. Who or what can now help? Only a miracle?

 

(XX) Njall Linaesu Sometimes help comes from the corners, the one least expected. The small Mikkel holds his hand to his face, thinking. Then he sees his uncle telling: "Look, Nef. If I remember correctly, you were visiting some of this voluminous types. The one with the Exoskelet. Do you remember? The one who was too fat to run itself. " Nef is uncomfortable. Why did not remember exactly on the Mikkel? On the other side: a man like Njall Linaesu impossible ever to forget. "I remember more," says Mikkel, "he has said he is telematics, transportation supervisor at the tunnel-gamma I ' Finally his uncle reluctantly mumbles: "Yes, I know. Well in fact. The old Njall "He begins to chuckle at. Three pairs of eyes are directed forward to him. He is in a bind. "Ok, I'll see what I can do," he says. "But that's it! I risk life and limb! But Linaesu is ... I can trust Him. " The CoO now turns to Patchara and Henley: "That's a stupid story. Crap! But I'm also glad if I am to go again. I hope you know what I mean. I am a small screw in the gear and that it will continue to run. Come on, let's go to my office. " Outside the hangar, finally normality. Svinenysh the Vorturner tried diligently to encourage bots to join the supply. With moderate success. Most ignore him, few look at him with blank eyes. Only a single moving timidly from left to right. "Pooh, lazy fellows" Svinø says to his friends, and he points to the bots. One or the other of the group can hardly suppress a smile. There's more important things to do! Back to the office of the jailer. Quick on the conveyor belt. After all, are crucial to negotiations with a man named Linaesu. Nef's office exudes a certain comfort, although it is littered with technology. The various components of all bot-classes can be seen, numerous control and monitor a large split-screen TV behind the wall. "So here we go," he says and sits down in front of his laptop. "Henley times come around," he points to the young prince. Svinenysh immediately jumps on him with a set of Nef but wags his index finger. "Listen, all here! It is already complicated enough. I want to sell maybe a good one to Westerburg Njall the short time home. When he sees all three of you, he jumps in a square. " "Therefore, my request: First of all just me and Henley ok?" His words have success with weightier expression is Svinenysh pulls back behind the table where the seats. The accelerator ring is currently favorable 49 million km away in space. Therefore needs an answer almost exactly five and a half minutes. These idle times and accompanied Svinos dance routines are neglected in the following conversation. "An Ping target person" flashes on the display of the notebook. Henley looks intently. After an eternity, the lights go to green. Henley is verschlägt language: The subject is on the player fills it completely. A huge worm with shiny butt face sitting in his high spirits, yes, what is it exactly? Throne? In his right hand he holds a hamburger. He devours him with a single sentence, seconds later, he is the best ". At times, what we have here for an old criminals on the screen" His eyes wander on to Henley: "Ooh, ooh, you're a kindergarten degree on top of the Vex Nef Silva?" The jailer runs his mouth to the top: "Njall meal! All the old tunnel on gamma I? Are we slowly at zero-G? " Apparently white Njall what is meant by that he squeaks angrily: "I will not have. The Magnetic gravity in my office is set constant at 0.05g. Enough! " "Life is so easy a lot more convenient. If you try it. How much do you have on the Vex? 0.7? " "0.65 to be exact" answers Nef, "but I'll call for a different reason. You could return something, you know, inject over ... " "Aaah blows, so the wind" Njall said "yes, but me who is capable of doing? Moreover, in these times ... You must control both points. Entry and exit. " "Well, for us it is simple: I'm sort tunnel gamma physicist I. No longer there. The trivial daily business, they have simply deported to that old Telemaktiker Njall Linaesu. " "Over there it's but normal three shifts. Jooh, Nef. My sister is one. What's up now, exactly? But one thing to start with: I want one more beta-Mech Tec. From which one never has enough. " Nef opens his eyes: "You know what the cost? But of course! All right. " Then he points to Henley, "because this passenger, Henley Westerburg to ..." "What's his name is totally sausage" stirred up from Njall and pushes a chocolate bar into his mouth. Nef continues: "As I said: He wants to stop time briefly to show his two friends over his homeland. Little thing for you, my dear. " "Aaahrgh" Njall cries: "In five minutes starting at the Terra-talent. I can record the show, but live makes it more fun. " Nef raises his eyebrows up, "How? ... " "Well then you bring her on! Throw me to be devoured before. My Comm credentials you've still got? But I insist on my new beta-Mech Tec! Ciao, Nef, Terra-talent, yeah! " Transfer is now complete on the screen. Henley looks questioningly at Nef. This was slightly shaking his head but he shows a thumbs-Henley top. Now there is no stopping them. The other three cheer jump around the table. Let's go to the ring accelerator! The ticket is booked over the Indi.

 

(XXI) Telematics Relief in every face here in your chambers. Especially Svinenysh all the time humming to himself, "you go over over, ruba-Indian Tralla". Henley speaks again through the plan with Mikkel: "This is how we do it: You will fly us to the ring accelerator because it is impossible to Wespley to anchor there. Far too obvious. " "The beta-Mech Tec we stowed in the cargo space in the back, behind the Social cabin. As soon as the pressure lock opens the Rocktar your mission is to bring back here safely. So far everything is clear? " Patchara Petch-a-boon, listening to the curious looks Mikkel questioningly. How will he react? You need a pilot to a maximum of three can head over to Indi. But your fear is unfounded because Mikkel says tersely: "Sure. Give me just one beep when you're back here. " "When it's happening exactly? Now, now, immediately? "Someone asks a specific place. The young diplomat's daughter raised his hands imploringly to the Sky "Svinø, the last time, there are still twelve hours. Tomorrow morning, so to speak, because if there was something here. " "Real getting used to so easily day and night. Therefore I suggest that we extend only times the limbs. If you have too much energy, I got it a wonderful essay on the cultivation of plants Eemit. Very interesting. I give you happy. " "Pööh" is the response of Ruba. For a split second he even stretched your tongue out. Henley has observed the scene muttering, "what is love ..." Then he yawns and says: "I'm tired go to rest, but before you go again over to the multi microwave. One-minute spaghetti, which I need now. Who will participate? " Svinenysh stands first on foot, and the other two shortly thereafter. A delicious strengthening, then good night, and tomorrow's is finally happening. In the departure hall is next to the full tank whiz already present Silva Nef also including a shiny beta-Mech Tec. It's the same had the Exa-Retzlav's battery replaced. Moreover, he looks listless. "Good Morning Little Rascals" Nef welcomes the children. "Time for the shutdown." He beblinzelt his Comm. Immediately the bot goes into safe mode. This is quickly loaded. It's useful that you can load the new Xpeed Rocktars from outside and inside. "Situated power losgesperrt! I'm Wespley, juhuu "shouts impatiently Svinenysh full of energy. Henley, meanwhile, his synchronized with Mikkel's Comm. "So, this time you're the pilot. All control data are transmitted. " "Then we try the same times out," he replied, pushing the button. The four doors open. Svinenysh the Ruba puts his head to one side, turns to his eyes and takes precise measurements. Then he jumps with a rate to its place in the very back standing on its hind legs Wespley.