“Erm, yes. I should think so. The computer has…eh…isolated their frequency, so we should be able to send a self-destruct signal, which I am doing…now.” The remaining missiles exploded in flashes of pink and electric white, gears and pistons thunking into the ice shell. “Well done,” said Heimdall, tears of relief on his tanned cheeks. “Odin shall hear of your labors this day.”
