BEYOND THE THUNDER
By H. B. Hickey
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories December1948. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Ten thousand persons in New York looked skyward at the first rumble ofsound. The flash caught them that way, seared them to cinder, liquefiedtheir eyeballs, brought their vitals boiling out of the fissures oftheir bodies. They were the lucky ones. The rest died slowly, theirmonument the rubble which had once been a city.
Of all that, Case Damon knew nothing. Rocketing up in the self-serviceelevator to his new cloud-reaching apartment in San Francisco, histhoughts were all on the girl who would be waiting for him.
"She loves me, she loves me not," he said to himself. They were orchidpetals, not those of daisies, that drifted to the floor of the car.
"She loves me." The last one touched the floor softly, and Case laughed.
Then the doors were opening and he was racing down the hall. No morelonely nights for him, no more hours wasted thumbing through the pagesof his little black book wondering which girl to call. Case Damon,rocket-jockey, space-explorer, was now a married man, married to themost beautiful girl in the world.
He scooped Karin off her feet and hugged her to him. Her lips were redvelvet on his, her spun gold hair drifted around his shoulders.
"Box seats for the best show in town, honey," he gloated in her ear.
He fished around in his pockets with one hand while he held her againsthim with the other. They'd said you couldn't get tickets for that show.But what "they" said never stopped Case Damon, whether it was a matterof theatre tickets, or of opening a new field on a distant airlessplanet.
"Turn off that telecast," he said. "I'm not interested in Interplan newsthese days. From now on, Case Damon keeps his feet on terra firma."
And that was the way it was going to be. His interest in the uranium onTrehos alone should keep him and Karin in clover for the rest of theirlives. They'd have fun, they'd have kids, they'd live like normalmarried people. The rest of the universe could go hang.
"If you'd stop raving, I might get a word in edgewise," Karin begged.
"The floor is yours. Also the walls, the building, the whole darned cityif you want it," Case laughed.
"That telecast is ticking for you. Washington calling Case Damon.Washington calling Case Damon. Since you left an hour ago it's beencalling you."
"Let it call. It's my constitutional right not to answer."
But his mood was changing to match Karin's. His lean, firm-jawedfeatures were turning serious. Tension tightened his powerful body.
"It must be important, Case," Karin said. "They're using your code call.They wouldn't do that unless it was urgent."
He listened to the tick of the machine. Unless you knew, it sounded onlylike the regular ticking that told the machine was in operation. Butthere were little breaks here and there. It was for him.
Three long strides took him to the machine. His deft fingers flickedswitches, brought a glow to the video tubes.
"Case Damon," he said softly. "Come in, Washington."
It was Cranly's face that filled the screen. But a Cranly Case barelyrecognized. The man had aged ten years in the last three days. His voicewas desperate.
"Good grief, man! Where've you been? Get down here