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Updated: June 11, 2025
First Citizen Yaggo, People's Manager-in-Chief of and for the Planetary Commonwealth of Aditya, wore a one-piece white garment like a mechanic's coveralls, with the emblem of his government and the numeral 1 on his breast. He carried no dagger; if he had worn a dress weapon, it would probably have been a slide rule. His head was completely shaven, and he had small, pale eyes and a rat-trap mouth.
The big car weathered it without breaking a spring, and before the tiredest laborer of San Diego had yawned and declared it was bedtime, they chuckled sedately into San Diego and stopped on a side street where a dingy garage stood open to the greasy sidewalk. Cliff turned in there and whistled. A lean figure in grease-blackened coveralls came out of the shadows, and Cliff climbed down.
But it might as well mean go! glory, or gallows, he thought. The trucks reached the gate. The Bunch met the bored and cynical reception committee a half-dozen U.S.S.F. men in radiation coveralls. Each of the Bunch held his blastoff ticket, his space-fitness and his equipment-inspection cards meekly in sweaty fingers.
Gerd brought the car down beside the rectangular excavation. It was fifty feet square and twenty feet deep, and still going deeper, with a power shovel in it and a couple of dump scows beside. Five or six men in coveralls and ankle boots advanced to meet them as they got out. "Good morning, Mr. Holloway," one of them said. "It's right down over the edge of the hill. We haven't disturbed anything."
Lanze was now wearing the combat coveralls of an officer of Navy Landing-Troops; he had a steel helmet with a transpex visor shoved up, and there was a carbine slung over his shoulder. He grinned and executed an exaggeratedly military salute. He chuckled. "Well, look at you; aren't you the perfect picture of correct diplomatic dress?"
Then, grinning mischievously, she added, "But don't let that stop you." "I wouldn't let a tyranno stop me," bragged the blond-haired cadet. "Tell me who your previous engagement is with and I'll get rid of him in nothing flat!" The girl giggled and looked past Roger. He turned to see a tall, solidly built man in coveralls scowling at him. "Friend of yours, Agnes?" the newcomer asked.
Finally he managed to gasp, "I think it's great, sir just wonderful!" "Very well, Cadet Astro," said the officer. "There's a pair of coveralls in my locker. You can start right to work." He paused and his eyes twinkled. "If you want to, that is!" "Want to!" roared Astro, and was off to the locker room. Jenledge turned to Scott. "Leave him with me, Scotty.
Damn it, Mars could be cleaned up.... He grinned at himself, then something needled at his mind, until he swung back. The man who had just passed was carrying a lunch basket, and was wearing the coveralls of one of the crop-prospector crews; but the expression on his face had been wrong.
He had been quite ill in the shower, had managed to slash himself rather badly with the razor while shaving, but was now smartly attired in a clean pair of the regulation coveralls, with the insignia of his rank properly in place and so weak he could hardly move. The coffee hadn't helped much. The briefing had helped even less. The major knew himself guilty of negligence while on duty.
"I'm surprised we saved so many," Lanze Degbrend said. He still wore combat coveralls, and a pistol-belt lay beside his chair. "Most of them were killed in the first hour." And that had been before the landing-craft from the ships had gotten down, and there had only been seven hundred men and forty vehicles available.
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