" Perry Rhodan 0058 - (50) Attack from the Unseen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

ordinary radio-which would be of little use over a distance of 4000
light-years. Instead, the box contained a hypercom unit especially constructed
for use by cosmic agents. Its signals crossed unimaginable distances in
fractions of seconds. The impulses hurtled through hyperspace from Trebola 2
to the Earth. They were coded and no one who had not tuned in with the proper
decoding device could have understood them. "Agent Marten calling Terra. Go
ahead, Terra. Agent Marten calling..." The call beamed out until it was
answered by a confirming signal from Earth. Then the transmitter shut off
automatically. Marten would then know that there were no new instructions and
that the receiving station on Earth knew that Agent Marten was still alive. A
red light lit up. Marten forgot his kitchen robot and adjusted the
receiver. There was a message for him. A few seconds later, a masculine
voice resounded through the room. Marten gave an involuntary start for it had
been a long time since he had heard a Terran's voice. "Headquarters calling
Agent Marten. Your instructions from Terrania are as follows: you will board
the ship of Springer clan leader Logarop, which will land tomorrow. Your
present quarters are to be destroyed, as per Plan XXB. Please confirm.
Over." Marten replied: "Agent Marten to Headquarters. Instructions
understood. Over & out." The humming died away. The lid closed and Marten
stood up and went slowly into the kitchen. The food was done but he hardly
tasted it. Naturally, there was nothing on Trebola to hold him there but every
change leaves open the question of whether or not the future will be better
than the present. He had grown accustomed to Trebola and was familiar with his
duties. What lay before him now was highly uncertain. But orders were
orders. Tomorrow he would leave his apartment, as though nothing had ever
happened, but an hour later gaseous acids would destroy all his traces in his
former quarters. Should anyone in the days or months ahead get the idea of
forcing his way into the deserted apartment, he would find nothing to indicate
Marten had ever even been there. The rooms would simply be empty. Marten
retired early that evening. He had no desire to pay a final visit to the
Administrator. His mission on Trebola 2 was finished. .... 5 other agents
of the Solar Imperium had experiences similar to Ralf Marten's that day. The
headquarters in Terrania, capital city of the planet Earth, called for them to
return. The order came directly from Perry Rhodan himself. No explanation was
given. Terrania, vast metropolis of more than 14 million inhabitants, lay in
the area that had been known as the Gobi Desert little more than a
half-century before. Today, nothing remained to remind one that here sand and
gravel had once been all there was to see. Giant skyscrapers, vast green parks
and an enormous spaceport marked the shape of a city from which the destiny of
an entire solar system was ruled. One man was responsible for it all. Perry
Rhodan. It was he, too, who had ordered the return of 6 cosmic agents and had
made the necessary arrangements. The operation required several days, since
not every agent could get away from his previous assignment as easily as Ralf
Marten. A week after the order for return had been issued, the only agent
missing was John Marshall, the nominal leader of the Mutant Corps and a
superior telepath. John Marshall, the dark-haired Australian with the narrow,
impassive face, had received the life-prolonging cell-renewal on the
artificial planet Wanderer, along with Perry Rhodan and other personalities of
the former New Power. Although he was now about 100 years old, John Marshall
looked like a well-preserved 40. His mission had taken him to Reno 25. Reno