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Also there were over a hundred men and thirty-three wives. Many of them were Pallastown refugees. Nelsen helped Joe through the airlock of the ring that he had hoped would be his and Nance's. "Bubbtown, huh, Frank?" Joe chuckled. "The idea is spreading faster than we had believed, and we aren't the only ones that have got it. The timing is just right. People are scared, fed up.
They did pick up the voices of scattered asteroid-hoppers, talking cautiously back and forth to each other, far away. "... Got me pinpointed, Ed? Coming in almost empty, this trip. Not like the last... Stake me to a run into Pallastown...?" Most of such voices sounded regular, friendly. Once they heard wild laughter, and what could have been a woman's scream.
"I'm going down," he declared. "Just for a few days, to look around near the Survey Station. You guys?" Ramos shrugged, almost disinterested. "People have been there some still are. And what good is poking around the Station? But who wants to goof up, going into the thickets? Others have done that, often enough. Me for Pallastown, and maybe lots farther, pal." Frank Nelsen wasn't that blasé.
Unless Nelsen wanted to kill him, there wasn't any more to do. Partial revenge. He wasn't worried about anybody except the guy's Jolly Lad henchmen. There was nobody close by. Now he did a quick fade, sure that nobody had seen who he was, during the entire episode. No use to call the cops there were too many uncertainties about the setup in wild, polyglot Pallastown.
The shrewdest, the most experienced, the most willing to shout and lead and let others do the dangerous work, had the advantage. For they also knew how to run and hide and be prudently quiet. Parnay was one of these. Some captives were recovered. Others were found, murdered. Fortunately, Pallastown was still largely a man's city. But pursuit and revenge still went on... Post One was intact.
Yet even as he worked with the others, to put up temporary domes and to gather the bloated dead, the hatred arose in him, and was strengthened by the fury and grief in the grim, strong faces around him. To exist where it was, Pallastown could not be as soft as it seemed.
I'll be stopping to work at the Survey Station Hospital on Mars for two months en route..." He read that far when he heard the sirens and saw the flashes of defending batteries that were trying to ward off missiles from Pallastown. He latched his helmet in place. He was headed for the underground galleries when the first impacts came. He saw four domes vanish in flashes of fire.
His old uncertainties about talking to her evaporated now that he was doing it. "For Pete's sake Frank!" he heard her laugh happily, still sounding like the neighbor kid. "Gosh, it's good to hear you!" He left for Post One, soon after that. Nowadays, it was almost a miniature of the ever more magnificent if insecure Pallastown.
A man named Miguel Ramos had got back, more dead than alive, after a successful venture, alone, to the immediate vicinity of the Ringed Planet. His vehicle was riddled. He was in a Pallastown hospital. Frank Nelsen delegated his duties, and went to see Ramos. The guy seemed hardly more than half-conscious. He had no hands left. His legs were off at the knee. Frostbite.
The Archeological Institute paid our way to Pallastown. But there were other expenses... Her my father-in-law, died by his own hand while still awaiting trial... Everything he owned is still tied up... Now, well you know human biology... I hope you can wait a little longer for us to begin paying back your loan..."
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