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Brion shrugged and turned back to salvaging the equipment pack, pushing the punctured balloon free and sealing the lock. When pressure was pumped back to ship-normal, he cracked his helmet and motioned the other to do the same. "You're a pack of dirty lying dogs!" Dr. Morees said when the helmet came off. Brion was completely baffled. Dr.
It was, about six and-twenty years ago, sold by a Mahratta prince to the East India company, and, next to Bombay, is the most considerable settlement we have yet mentioned.* * The trade consists of long cloths of different colours, sallampores, morees, dimities, ginghams, and succations.
Commander Krafft is waiting for this call and it is being put directly through to him now." Krafft's voice broke in while the operator was still talking. "Who is making this call is it anyone from the Foundation?" The old man's voice was shaky with emotion. "Brandd here. I have Lea Morees with me...." "No more? Are there no other survivors from the disaster that destroyed your building?"
So I'm staying to the last minute if necessary." Krafft was silent. There was only the crackle of an open mike and the sound of breathing. "That is your decision," he said finally. "I'll have a ship standing by. But won't you let us take Miss Morees out now?" "No. I need her here. We are still working, looking for " "What answer can you find that could possibly avert destruction now?"
"Have a beer." "No, thank you. I'm afraid it would dissolve the last shreds of tissue and my kidneys would float completely away. On Earth we never " "Get Professor Morees' luggage for her," Ihjel interrupted. "Vion's coming, there's his signal. I'm sending this ship up before any of the locals spot it."
You might be as interested in talking to her as I am. If what you told me is true, she could well be our key to the answer. She is Professor Lea Morees, and she is just out from Earth with degrees in exobiology and anthropology, and has a head stuffed with vital facts." "Wonderful!" Stine said. "I shall take care of the head, not only because it is so pretty but because of its knowledge.
Lea Morees had long dark hair, large eyes, and a delicately shaped mouth now taut with anger. Dr. Morees was a woman. "Are you the filthy swine responsible for this atrocity?" Dr. Morees asked menacingly. "In the control room," Brion said quickly, knowing when cowardice was preferable to valor. "A man named Ihjel. There's a lot of him to hate, you can have a good time doing it.
I'm sure all these morphological changes and disgusting intimacies will fascinate you, Dr. Morees. But while you are counting blood types and admiring your thermometers, I hope you will be able to devote a little time to a study of the Disans' obnoxious personalities. We must either find out what makes these people tick or we are going to have to stand by and watch the whole lot blown up!"
After Dr. Morees gets aboard jettison the thing. Only get the radio and locator unit out first it gets used again." The tool did look like a giant can-opener. Brion carefully felt the resilient metal skin that covered the lock entrance, until he was sure there was nothing on the other side. Then he jabbed the point through and cut a ragged hole in the thin foil. Dr.
Morees boiled out of the sphere, knocking Brion aside. "What's the matter?" Brion asked. There was no radio on the other's suit; he couldn't answer. But he did shake his fist angrily. The helmet ports were opaque, so there was no way to tell what expressions went with the gesture.
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