Rip’s legs straightened with a mighty thrust. He flashed into space
headfirst, at an angle that took him over the crater’s rim and 50 feet
above the ground. He caught a glimpse of Santos’s helmet, glowing like a
pink balloon, and of the three Connies facing it, one with gun upraised.
Rip’s arms flashed above his head. His thumbs compressed. Air spurted from
the two bottles, driving him downward, feet first, directly at the heads
of the Connies!