Implikationen är att soldaten Morris tog det som en souvenir.
"Cool, I always wanted a Kettenkrad," someone remarks on the common channel.
"Morris, shut the fuck up; the cylinder heads are probably vacuum welded anyway. Chaitin, check out the doors. Scary Spice, cover with the M40."
sedan
Someone's parked that electric trolley next to the wall, but the little half-track thing with a motorcycle's front wheel is missing. "Someone taking souvenirs?" I ask.
A burst of static that I just about decode as "What?" tells me that the interference is worse than before; I glance up and see red stars, a dull red swirl of galaxy overhead . . . a distinct pink tinge to the moon, in fact.
I point at where the Kettenkrad was parked. "There, it's gone," I say. "Who took it?"
Chaitin shrugs.
Eftersom Brains är en medlem av samma organisation som Bob och något av en mekanisk trollkarl (men inte bokstavligen), har han tydligt fått motorn att fixa av den lätta fingersoldaten ...