The men stopped at an open hole in the side of the house, where a window had been removed. Carefully they fitted the new window into the hole and did ...omething to make it stay.Another truck arrived, a larger one, with a flat bed heaped with all kinds of things. There was copper piping, and boxes marked as containing toilets and sinks. There were coils of black that looked like wire of some kind. Men got out and began carrying things into the house.Yet another van arrived, this one marked as the. "I should have thought of it after I inquired of the ferrytender. Perhaps your friend Mr. Nolan could help there." Yes, he certainly might know something," Beall replied, puffing deeply on his glowing bowlful. "He might."They sat looking at each other briefly, and then Beall blew some smoke toward the ceiling and asked, "Did you examine Miss Miller's body closely or did a local doctor perhaps?" Yes, I did. Her throat had been cut, the jugular, probably from behind, and I'm sure she was dead. “I saw them when they walked away and wondered if I should tell them off...”“Right, we’ll sort them once and for all. Give them a bit of strife, rather than the other way.” Floris announced. “I’ll think of something.”Belle and Floris left the house via the back door at dusk about a week later. It was a warm humid evening at eight thirty and they had donned black tights and jogging bottoms, together with clinging black, long sleeved shirts. On their feet were brand new dark grey trainers. Belle. They were busy searching for and capturing other Earth-like planets, killing the locals, and putting their own people there to live. Their strategy was to land on some relatively isolated site and establish a manufacturing plant for the robots. At the time, we did not concern ourselves about the manufacturing details. We found those later when we visited the plant.Anyway, the ultimate intent of the aliens was complete control of this galaxy with the destruction of all other sentient life forms..