The woman walked over and stood beside Lansa's throne, looking down at Gerry with a cold and impersonal scorn.
A bench was placed for Lansa and Olga to sit on, and four of their guards stood beside them.
He spun around—and looked squarely into the muzzle of a ray-tube held by Lansa himself!
Perhaps Lansa's ray-guns were lacking in power because inefficiently made.
Reptilian trumpets beat with a staccato thunder as Lansa kept in touch with his various divisions.
