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Her eyes widened at the sight of the plastic card. "Here you are, Doctor. Take shaft number one. Slip the card into the scanner slot and you'll be taken to the correct floor. The offices you want will be at the end of the corridor to the left. You'll find any other data you may need on the card in case you get lost."
"Up here, Astro," he yelled, "on the radar deck. Roger's pinned under the radar scanner casing!" Tom turned back to the casing, and looking around the littered deck desperately, grabbed an eight-foot length of steel pipe that had been snapped off like a twig by the force of the crash. Barely able to lift it, he shoved it with all his strength to get the end of the pipe beneath the casing.
Another scanner came into action, and the viewplate was alive again. Arcot shot out a cosmic ray himself, and swept the Thessian with it thoroughly. For the instant he needed the enemy ship was blinded. Immediately the Ancient Mariner dove, and the automatic ray-finders could no longer hold the rays on his ship.
As their slidewalk glided over the quadrangle, Roger suddenly turned to his unit mates. "Think we might get assigned to that radar project they're setting up on the Moon?" he asked. "I have a few ideas " Tom laughed. "He can't wait until he gets his hands on that new scanner Dr. Dale just finished, Astro," he said with a wink. The big Venusian snorted. "Can you imagine the ego of that guy? Dr.
But if you're still prospecting for sunstones, I have an improved micro-ray scanner I just developed, and...." He walked with Stenson to his shop, had a cup of tea and looked at the scanner. From Stenson's screen, he called Max Fane. Six more people had claimed to have seen the Fuzzies.
If he could return to the Polaris in less than ten minutes, with no more than three corrections, the Polaris unit would be victorious. Seated directly in front of the scanner, Captain Steve Strong, the examining officer, watched the space-suited figure dwindle to a mere speck on the screen.
"Except the ship we're welded to! But you are doing very well. However, microphones say there is movement inside the Plumie." Diane beckoned for Baird's attention to a screen, which Baird had examined before. Now he stiffened and motioned for her to report. "We've a scanner, sir," said Diane, "which faces what looks like a port in the Plumie ship. There's a figure at the port.
His voice quivering, the young cadet spoke quickly and urgently into the microphone. "Space station to spaceship approaching on orbit 098. Change course! Emergency! Reduce thrust and change course or you will crash into us!" As he spoke, Tom watched the master screen of his scanner and saw the ship rocketing closer and closer with no change in speed or course.
He turned and called to a man standing on the other side of the hangar, studying a radar scanner for private yachts. "Hey, Rex, mind coming over here a minute." The man walked over. He was in his late thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, his hair was almost snow-white, contrasting sharply with his deeply tanned and handsome features. "This is the Polaris unit from Space Academy, Rex," said Keene.
He had placed too much confidence in Bush and Winters and had underestimated the cadets. Something had to be done and fast! But it couldn't be anything obvious, or his plans of taking over Roald would fail. The buzz of the teleceiver on his desk interrupted his train of thought and he flipped open the small scanner. "Professor Sykes to see you, sir," reported his aide in the outer office.
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