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.Now-oh, God-if only the TNM hadn’t all been used by somebody, to-to blow up balloons for quaddie children or some damn thing-they had been losing air during the Habitat reconfiguration.Pausing only to put the flask back in its bin and arrange a sign on the barrels reading, in large red print, THIS IS LEO GRAF’S GASOLINE.IF ANYONE ELSE TOUCHES IT HE WILL BREAK ALL THEIR ARMS, he raced out of the Toxic Stores module and away to find the nearest working library computer terminal.Chapter 15Twilight lingered on the dry lake bed, the luminous bowl of the sky darkening gradually through a deep turquoise to a star-flecked indigo.Silver found her attention constantly distracted from horizon-scan by the entrancing color changes of the planetary atmosphere seen through the ports.What subtle variety downsiders enjoyed: bands of purple, orange, lemon, green, blue, with cobalt feathers of water vapor melting in the western sky.It was with some regret that Silver switched the scan to infra-red.Its computer-enhanced colors gave clarity to her vision, but seemed crude and garish after the real thing.At last came the sight her heart desired: a land rover, bouncing over the distant hilly pass and skidding down the last rocky slopes, then peeling out over the lake bed at maximum acceleration.Madame Minchenko hurried out of the pilot’s compartment to let down the hatch stairs as the land rover roared to a halt beside the shuttle.Silver clapped all her hands with delight as she saw Ti thump up the ramp, burdened with Tony clinging piggy-back just as Leo had carted her at the Transfer Station.They got him! They got him! Dr.Minchenko followed close behind.There was a short argument back at the airlock, Doctor and Madame Minchenko’s muffled voices, then Dr.Minchenko galloped back down the stairs to crack a cold flare and stick it to the land rover’s roof.It gave off a brilliant green glare.Good, the stranded security guards should have no trouble seeing that beacon, Silver decided with some relief.Silver scrambled back across to the co-pilot’s seat as Ti staggered into the pilot’s compartment, dumped Tony into the engineer’s seat, and vaulted into the command chair.He yanked his breath mask down around his neck with one hand while switching on controls with the other.“Hey, who’s been messing with my ship.?”Silver turned and pulled herself up to look over the top of her seat at Tony, who had rid himself of his own breath mask and was trying to get his seat straps in order.“You made it!” she grinned.He grinned back.“ ‘ust bar-ry.‘Er right behin’ us.” His blue eyes, Silver realized, were huge with pain as well as excitement, his lips swollen.“What happened to you-?” Silver turned to Ti.“What happened to Tony?”“That shit Van Atta burned him in the mouth with his damn cattle prod, or whatever the hell that thing was he had,” said Ti grimly, his hands dancing over the controls.The engines came alive, lights flickered, and the shuttle began to roll.Ti hit his intercom.“Dr.Minchenko? You folks strapped down back there yet?”“Just a moment-“ came Dr.Minchenko’s reply.“There.Yes, go!”“Did you have any trouble?” asked Silver, sliding back into her seat and groping for her own straps as the shuttle taxied.“Not at first.We got to the hospital all right, walked right in with no problem.I thought sure the nurses were going to question our taking Tony, but evidently they all think Minchenko is God, there.We just blasted right through and were on our way out, with me playing donkey-that’s all I am, just transportation, y’know?-when who should we meet, going out the door, but that son-of-a-bitch Van Atta coming in.”Silver gasped.“We tripped him up-Dr.Minchenko wanted to stop and beat the shit out of him, on account of Tony’s mouth, but he would have had to delegate the most of it to me-he is an old man, little though he wants to admit it-I dragged him out to the land rover.I last heard Van Atta running off screaming for a security jetcopter.He’s surely found one by now.” Ti scanned the monitors nervously.“Yes.Damn.There,” he pointed.A colorized flare swooped over the mountains, marking the following ‘copter’s position in the monitor.“Well, they can’t catch us now.”The shuttle rocked in a wide circle, then halted; the engines’ pitch rose from purr to whine to scream.Its white landing lights tunneled the darkness in front of them.Ti released the brakes and the ship sprang forward, gobbling up the light, with a terrifying noisy rumble that ceased abruptly as they rotated into the air.The acceleration shoved them all back in their seats.“What the hell does that idiot think he’s doing?” Ti muttered through his teeth as the jetcopter grew rapidly in the tracking monitor.“Try to play chicken with me, will you.?”It was swiftly apparent that was exactly the jet-copter’s intent.It arced toward them, diving as they rose, evidently with some idea of forcing them down.Ti’s mouth thinned to a white line, his eyes blazing, and he powered his ship up further.Silver gritted her teeth, but kept her eyes open.They passed close enough to see the ‘copter out the ports, whipping in a strobe-like flash through their lights.In the blink Silver could see faces through the bubble canopy, frozen white blurs with dark round holes of eyes and mouths, but for one individual, possibly the pilot, who had his hands pressed over his eyes.Then there was nothing between them and the silver stars.Fire and ice.Leo rechecked the tightness of every C-clamp personally, then jetted back a few meters in his worksuit to give his efforts one last visual inspection.They floated in space a safe kilometer’s distance from the D-620-Habitat configuration, which hung huge and complete now above Rodeo’s arc.Anyway, it looked complete on the outside, as long as you didn’t know too much about the hysterical last-minute tie-downs still going on within.The ice die, when finished, had turned out over three meters wide and nearly two meters thick.Its outer surface was irregular; it might have been a tumbling bit of space debris from some gas giant’s ice ring.Its secret inner side precisely duplicated the smooth curve of the vortex mirror that had molded it.The evacuated inner chamber was capped by layers.First, the titanium blank; next, a layer of pure gasoline for a spacer-a handy second use Leo had found for it: unlike other possible liquids it would not freeze at the ice’s present temperature-then the thin plastic divider circle, then his precious TNM-gasoline explosive, then a cap of scrap Habitat skin, then the bars and clamps-all in all, quite a birthday cake.Time to light the candle and make his wish come true, before the ice die began to sublimate in the sunlight.Leo turned to motion his quaddie helpers to get behind the protective barrier of one of the abandoned Habitat modules floating nearby.Another quaddie, he saw, was just jetting over from the D-620-Habitat configuration.Leo waited a moment, to give him or her time to come up and get behind their shelter.Not a messenger, surely, he had his suit comm for that.“Hai, Leo,” said Tony’s voice thickly through the suit comm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]