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I confronted them. "Anita, what are you doing?" She stood up, flushed and smiling. "Practicing." "What for?" Venza's roguish eyes twinkled at me. Her hands went to her slim hips with a gesture of defiance. She asked, "Are you speaking for yourself or the Commander?" I ignored her. "What for?" "Because we're good at it," Anita retorted. "Better than any of you men.
I cut off the electronic streams. We poised, with the gravity plates set at normal, and only a gentle night breeze to give us a slight side drift. This I could control with the lateral propeller rudders. For all my busy landing routine, my mind was on other things. Venza's swift words back there in the lounge. I was to create a commotion while the passengers were landing. Why? Had she and Dr.
I hissed out our interior air through the dome and hull ports, and admitted the night air of the asteroid. My calculations of necessity mere mathematical approximations proved fairly accurate. In temperature and pressure there was no radical change as the dome windows slid back. We had landed. Whatever Venza's purpose, her moment was at hand. I was tense.
"Me? Why we've hardly spoken!" "Is it necessary? I never heard that it was." I could not see Venza's face; she stood up suddenly. And when I rose beside her, she whispered, "We should not be seen talking so long. I'll find out what I can." I stared after her slight robed figure as she turned into the lounge archway and vanished. Captain Carter was grim. "So they've bought him off, have they?
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