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Newly scraped and painted in the dry dock, she had been hauled out, stored, and fueled by a navy-yard gang, and now lay at the dock, ready for sea ready for her draft of men in the morning, and with no one on board for the night but the executive officer, who, with something on his mind, had elected to remain, while the captain and other commissioned officers went ashore for the night.
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The Major went on, without apparent cordiality: "It seems probable that if this particular sabotage trick had not been detected it seems likely that on the Platform's take-off, all or most of the pushpots would have been fueled to explode at some time after the Platform was aloft, and before it could possibly get out to space." Joe felt queer.
"Think you can fly it?" Greg whistled. "Can I? I trained in a Dutchman ... just about the fastest scouter there is. What condition?" "Lousy ... but it's fueled, with six weeks' supplies in the hold, and it doesn't cost us a cent. Courtesy of a friend. You'll have to check it over, but it'll do." They inspected the ship, a weatherbeaten scouter that looked like a relic of the '90's.
For transportation, they had one jet-powered aircraft, a couple of 'copters, and fifteen ground-crawlers with fat tires, plus all kinds of powered construction machinery. All of them were fueled with liquid HNO , which makes a pretty good fuel in an atmosphere that is predominantly methane.
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"How's that, sir?" asked the air mechanic. "I say, it's balmy weather we're having." "Oh! Yes, sir." "You've checked her all over, Wilson?" "Yes, sir. And fueled her according to Lieutenant Larkin's instructions." "Hum." McGee slowly walked around the plane, giving every functional detail a critical look, nor was he the least hurried by the fact that Larkin was displaying impatience.
Checking the hiding place one last time, the three cadets left the storeroom and headed for the jet-boat deck. In a few moments they were blasting through space toward the rear of the fleet where a rocket scout was waiting for them. The scouts were being carried by the larger space freighters to save fuel. Now one had been fueled and was blasting alongside its carrier ship with a skeleton crew.
They knew that even under the best of conditions, it could take weeks to outfit and prepare for a run out to the Belt. A ship had to be leased and fueled; there were supplies to lay in.
Officers were hurrying to and fro between their vessels and the shore and there was a general air of suspense that seemed to indicate early action of some kind. The Dewey was wigwagged to take up a position near the other undersea craft that were being provisioned and fueled, and very soon supplies were coming aboard. "Looks like we are going away from here," suggested Ted to his sailor comrade.
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