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Updated: June 29, 2025
No excitement. You must rest. Just a moment and I'll call Dr. Green." With that the medic turned and fled. As Dr. Green approached, Steve Elbertson was already on his feet, swaying dizzily, white as a sheet, but perhaps the latter was more from anger than from anything else. "Major Elbertson. You received a severe dose of radiation.
"Got a job for me, skipper?" asked Doc Simpson, Swift Enterprises' young medic. "Yes. Help the boys, if you like, rig the undersea elevator, and then assemble a tractorized air dome," Tom suggested. "Will do," Doc promised. A ladder was dropped. Tom and Bud excitedly descended to the Sea Hound. The search for the lost missile was about to begin!
As we went, if I recollect, we found on the ground many curious pods, curled two or three times round, something like those of a Medic, and when they split, bright red inside, setting off prettily enough the bright blue seeds.
But at the same time Dane was reasonably sure that its attack would not be an overt one not with the unarmed, unprotected Hovan prominently displayed in their midst. But there he was too sanguine. A muffled exclamation from Rip made him glance at the Medic beside him. Just in time to see Hovan slump limply forward, about to tumble from the crawler when Shannon caught him from behind.
You stay away from Leda Crannon!" "Calm down, Doc!" snapped Mike the Angel. "What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?" Von Liegnitz was still straining, trying to get away from Keku to take another swipe at the medic, but the huge Hawaiian held him easily.
He recognized a backdrop he had seen thousands of times behind the announcer who introduced the news-casts. In one corner Rip, his suit off, was working over the still relaxed form of the Medic. While Ali, a grim set to his mouth, was standing with a man who wore the insignia of a Com-tech. "All set?" Rip looked up from his futile ministrations.
It was only when they were standing by the flitter and he saw the suits that his eyes widened and he said: "The Big Burn!" "Yes, and I'm desperate " "You must be or mad " The Medic stared at Dane for a long moment and then shook his head. "What is it? A plague ship?" Dane bit his lip. The other was too astute. But he did not ask why or how he had been able to guess so shrewdly.
Fortunately the path out of the straggling town was a twisted one and in a very short space they were hidden from view. Dane paused as if the pace was too much for an injured man. The Medic put out a steadying hand, only to drop it quickly when he saw the weapon which had appeared in Dane's grip. "What ?" His mouth snapped shut, his jaw tightened.
Bart went down toward the drive room, and to his own surprise, found himself wishing the girl were a mathematician rather than a medic. It would have been pleasant to watch her down there. Old Rugel, on duty in the drive room, watched Bart strap himself in before the computer. "Make sure you check all dials at null," he reminded him, and Bart felt a last surge of panic.
It was your father who made me wonder if we Mentorians were blind and selfish this privilege ought to belong to everyone, not just the Lhari. More and more, the Lhari monopoly seemed wrong to me. But I was just a medic. And if I involved myself in any conspiracy against the Lhari, they'd find it out in the routine psych-checking. "And then we worked out how it could be done.
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