Plekhanov said churlishly, "And I am two hundred and thirty-three."
Plekhanov said, "Similarities to the Egyptians and Sumerians."
The hatch opened, the steel landing stair snaked out, and the hefty Plekhanov stepped down, closely followed by Chessman.
Hawkins darted a look at Plekhanov, turned and hurried back to his plane.
When he was with them, Plekhanov rubbed his hand nervously over heavy lips.
Plekhanov began to bellow an angry retort but Amschel Mayer popped suddenly to his feet and lifted a hand to quiet the others.
"There are no gods, as you probably know," Plekhanov said flatly.
Reif bent down over his father's body for a moment, and then looked up, his lips white, at Plekhanov.
"We are uniting all Texcoco," Plekhanov corrected with a scowl.
Plekhanov, flanked by Chessman and Watson, strode heavily toward the ship's lounge.