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Updated: June 20, 2025
The traffic was light and the cab zoomed along at a smooth, fast clip, lulling the boys into a fitful doze. But they were rudely awakened when the car spun into a small country lane and the driver slammed on the brakes. He whirled around and grinned at them over a paralo-ray pistol. "Sorry, boys, the ride ends here. Now climb out and start stripping." The three sleepy cadets came alive instantly.
Sent to the work gang for petty offenses, rather than for criminal acts, the enlisted men as a whole did not mind the work. They were under guard, watched by a squad of Space Marines armed with paralo-ray guns, but there was no attempt to make the men feel as if they were criminals.
"You want more speed, don't you?" demanded Tom. "O.K.," said Mason, "but don't try any funny stuff!" "I don't see how I can. You've got me nailed with that paralo-ray," Tom replied. He got up leisurely, so as not to excite the nervous trigger finger of Loring, and turned slowly. "What is it this time?" demanded Loring. "I just gave you an extra burst of speed. All the Polaris will take.
The next room he invaded contained the radar-control panel, and the big cadet howled with glee as he smashed the butt of his paralo-ray gun into the delicate vacuum tubes, and ripped wires and circuits loose. Suddenly he stopped, conscious of someone behind him. He spun around, finger starting to squeeze the trigger of his gun, and then caught himself just in time.
Tom went to the gun locker and took out three paralo-ray guns and rifles. He made sure each of them was fully loaded and then handed them to Alfie. "Put these on the jet boat, Alfie. I'll be along in a minute." Alfie took the guns and walked toward the jet-boat catapult deck. Tom returned to the radar bridge and stood before Connel.
Suddenly Quent straightened, and making certain no one was watching him, he jumped off the slidewalk and hurried to a clump of bushes a few hundred yards away. He disappeared into the thick foliage and then reached inside his tunic and pulled out a paralo-ray gun. "You in here, Charley?" Miles whispered. There was a movement to his left and he leveled the gun. "All right! Come out of there!"
"I'm going to get on the teleceiver and tell Connel that if he doesn't blast away from here right now, you're a dead Space Cadet!" He jerked his head toward the door. "All right, take him below and tell Shinny to stand by on the power deck. In case Connel won't bargain, we'll have to make a run for it!" "Right," said Mason as he shoved the paralo-ray gun deeper into Roger's stomach.
"That man Vidac is so ruthless!" Jeff grunted. "I have to agree with you there. But Tom is right. We need proof before we can stop him." The girl shrank back. As far as one could see, the road was lined with jet cars. Colonists with paralo-ray guns and anything that could be used as a weapon were scrambling around in the hills. "What does it mean?" asked Jane. "I don't know," replied Jeff.
"We'll have to bluff our way now," continued Tom in a low whisper. "This stuff has to be set off with a charge of electricity." "Where do we get it?" mumbled Astro. "The paralo-ray gun." "You're space happy. It won't work." "I know that," hissed Tom. "But maybe Miles doesn't.
"I've been thinking about quitting the Academy, anyway," growled Astro. "Halt!" Roger growled the order into the darkness and unslung the paralo-ray rifle from his shoulder, bringing it around to firing position. "Advance and be recognized," he said flatly. Nothing moved. Even the air seemed still. "Advance and be recognized," Roger ordered again. Still nothing moved.
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