"Now Mike," I said, trying to be calm. "Let me out of here and we'll
talk this over." I had my eye on a heavy wrench I hoped I could grab in
time.
"Oh no, Swede. You're insane. I couldn't possibly let you loose."
He chuckled at his own stupid joke. "Tell me how to rig it," he
demanded.
"No soap. That much overload would probably blow the packs and the
whole ship with it."
"That's a chance we'll have to take. For all Earth's sake," he said,
really serious this time. "There's no other way. Now tell me."