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We’ll drop you and get out of here. But don’t worry. We have your orbit fixed and we’ll find you when the screens are clear." "Suppose they find us while you’re gone?" Rip asked. "It’s a chance," O’Brine admitted. "You’ll have to take spaceman’s luck on that one. But we won’t be far away. We’ll duck behind Vesta or another of the big asteroids and hide so their screens won’t pick up our motion.
Vack worms were a spaceman’s equivalent of "the blues." "Not exactly, sir. I happened to overhear the doctor talking today. You’re due for a leave in a week." "That’s good news!" Rip exclaimed. "You’re not unhappy about it, are you?" Koa shrugged. "We were all hoping we’d be together on our next assignment. The gang liked serving under you.
He yelled at the enlisted spaceman on duty, "Where do I find nine men?" The spaceman looked at him vacantly. "What for? You got a requisition, Lieutenant?" "Never mind requisitions," Rip snapped. "I’ve got to find nine Planeteers and get them on the Scorpius before it flames off." The spaceman’s face cleared. "Oh. You mean Koa’s detachment. They left a few minutes ago." "Where? Where did they go?"
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