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The members of Section 42-D looked at Roger questioningly. "I don't know if we have time." Tom was dubious. "Sure you have plenty. I'd hop off and take a look myself but I've got to get this junk ready to ship home." He indicated the pile of bags in front of him. "Aw, come on, Tom, let's take a look!" urged Astro. "They have the old Space Queen in here, the first ship to clear Earth's gravity.
Under this pressure the friction in Unit 42-D became greater and greater. Roger and Astro continually needled each other with insults, and Tom gradually slipped into the role of arbiter.
Exactly one hour and ten minutes later, promptly at seven o'clock, the three members of Unit 42-D stood at attention in front of Dr. Joan Dale, along with the rest of the green-clad cadets. When the catcalls and wolf whistles had died away, Dr. Dale, pretty, trim, and dressed in the gold and black uniform of the Solar Guard, held up her hand and motioned for the cadets to sit down.
From the hallway behind them, a loud blasting yell was suddenly heard, echoing from somewhere on the lower floors. Tom and Roger waited, their eyes wide and hopeful. There was only one person at Space Academy capable of making such a noise. "He made it!" Tom exclaimed. "Of course he made it," said Roger casually. Astro tore into 42-D with a mad rush. "Yeeeoooooowwww!"
Suddenly a buzzer sounded, and on Steve Strong's desk a small teleceiver screen glowed into life. Gradually the stern face of Commander Walters emerged. "Sorry to disturb you, Steve. Can you spare me a minute?" "Of course, Commander," replied Strong. "Is anything wrong?" "Very wrong, Steve. I've been looking over the daily performance reports on Unit 42-D." "Dr.
These are three boys, with three distinct personalities who've been lumped together in strange surroundings. It takes time and patience to make a team that will last for years." "You may have the patience, Steve, but the Academy hasn't the time." Commander Walters was suddenly curt. "When does Unit 42-D take its manuals?" "This afternoon, sir," replied Strong.
Units and individuals to report for training or study in everything from ground assembly of an atomic rocket motor, to the history of the founding of the Solar Alliance, the governing body of the tri-planet civilization. Tom Corbett stepped out of the shower in Section 42-D and bellowed at the top of his voice. "Hit the deck, Astro! Make use of the gravity!"
She had been offered the chair as Master of Physics at the Academy as a result, giving her access to the finest laboratory in the tri-planet society. Now facing the problem of personality adjustment in Unit 42-D, she sat across the desk from her childhood friend, Steve Strong, and frowned. "What's happened this time?" "Manning." He paused. "It seems to be all Manning!"
The big Venusian was unable to understand anything that couldn't be turned with a wrench. The only thing that would prevent Unit 42-D from taking Academy unit honors over Unit 77-K, the unit assigned to Lieutenant Wolcheck, would be Astro.
Five minutes later he slammed back the sliding door and entered the quarters of 42-D with a lusty shout. "Meet Space Cadet Corbett an Earthworm who's just passed his control-deck manual operations exam!" Astro looked up from a book of tables on astrogation and gave Tom a wan smile.
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