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Updated: May 12, 2025
"All the bids were so close the Solar Council decided to have a space race out to Titan to pick the outfit that would get the job." Quent turned toward him, surprised. "But I thought you had all that sewed up tight!" he exclaimed. "I thought after you got your hands on the " "Shut up!" interrupted Brett. "The details on the specifications leaked out.
Holding the wrench tightly in his hand, the blond-haired cadet circled around the space hut cautiously, looking for Quent Miles, but the spaceman was nowhere in sight. He had walked all the way around the hut and back to the air lock when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. It was Miles, returning to the space hut.
I haven't got all day." He handed them a radarscope that was common equipment on small pleasure yachts, and was considerably lighter in weight than the type used on larger freight vessels. "What's the gross weight of your ship?" asked Roger after a quick glance at the large glass tube with a crystal surface that had been polished to a smooth finish. "Two thousand tons," said Quent. "Why?"
"I've been sitting up there on that asteroid rock talking to myself. What happened to Charley?" "Take it easy, will you, Quent?" said Ross. "I want to have some fun." He turned to Manning. "Untie Corbett and get on the other side of the deck. Have yourselves a nice long talk before you take your last walk." Roger slowly bent over to untie Tom, muttering a space oath under his breath.
"I would say yes, Commander," said Strong. "Your figures and those Dr. Dale sent you point to a leak of this nature." "Very well, Lieutenant," said Walters. "Order every man to the area and begin search operations immediately. I want that leak found and found fast! And I want Charles Brett and Quent Miles arrested at once!"
The two brothers shook hands and Quent turned away, hurriedly leaving the control deck. Ross walked over to Tom and Roger, who watched the scene with anxious eyes. "I really hate to do this, boys," he said, "but as you can see, things are pretty tight!" With that, he suddenly brought the butt of his ray gun down hard on Roger's head. The blond-haired cadet slumped to the floor.
"That all depends on where you're standing, Walters!" said a voice from the hatch. The three spacemen whirled at the sound of the voice and were dumfounded by the appearance of Quent Miles, standing to one side of the hatch, holding an automatic paralo-ray rifle, trained on them. "Stay right where you are," he said softly. "The first man that moves gets frozen solid!"
"We figured you'd get around to thinking about the other ship sooner or later," said Quent behind him, jamming the ray gun in his back. "So we just came here and waited for you." "Go get the other one, Quent," said Ross. Jerking Tom sideways into the coupling chamber, he rammed his gun into the curly-haired cadet's stomach.
With the exception of their hearts, and sense of seeing and hearing, they might have been dead men. Laughing to themselves, Quent Miles and Charles Brett picked up their instruments, walked past them, and disappeared through the door. Charles Brett swaggered into the control room of the electronics building.
Once inside, he barred the door to the rest of the ship and began a frantic search of the many lockers and drawers. But it was fruitless. He could find no ray gun or weapon of any kind. Desperate, knowing that Ross and Quent would return to the control deck when they had searched the rest of the ship, Tom turned and scrambled up the ladder to the radar deck.
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