As Lug after Lug jostled through the doorway the net filled up with them. Engineers played out more cable as they came, and the net expanded into a giant bag full of robots. "That looks like about seventy so far," somebody said. They just kept coming.
But it must have been clear downstairs that something was wrong. Gwen saw a bright yellow ray stab through the net. It sliced carefully around the Lugs, which started to spill out through the gap. As they stepped into freedom the Lugs moved aside to make way for their King.
"Oh my," said Harry. "That's a military grade Myrmidon." The engineers backed away.
"You will not interfere with my subjects!" the Myrmidon boomed. Its ray shot out and sliced one of the transports in half. "If you do not withdraw now, I will destroy you. If you do withdraw I will allow you to live."
The engineers were jabbering quietly somewhere behind Gwen. "No, no," one of them insisted, "all its works are battle hardened. There's no way to reset it from here."
"Or anywhere," Harry Roy confirmed. "What the heck do you think we build these guys for? You're not supposed to be able to turn them off."
One of Harry's crew sidled up to him and whispered in his ear. "You brought that?" Harry said. "Why would you bring that?"
The technician shrugged. "I always bring the complete kit," he said. "Seems like a good idea now, don't you think?"
Harry and the Ferris workers backed behind one of the transports, leaving Gwen, Maria and Rusty to watch the Myrmidon. The Robot King was standing between them and the Lugs, who were lumbering out across the prairie. You couldn't exactly call it fleeing.
After a few minutes of strange noises from the Ferriss ship, Harry and his crew came out again. They were rolling out some kind of machine behind a large armored shield.