"Then she's all right?"
"Everyone in the last three cars lived--a few broken bones, that's
all. The tube separated and the front cars and some of the other
vehicles were carried down into the valley. This would not be permitted
in the Soviet Union."
Chandler sat up. He was on the floor of a gymnasium. A brightly painted
poster on the wall extolled the virtues of the Reno Union High School
basketball team. Perhaps thirty others were on the floor covered with
blankets and tended by doctors and nurses.
"We were brought in by verti-plane," Kotenko explained.
"How long has it been?" Chandler asked.
"Three or four hours. A long time to be unconscious. They want to X-ray
that skull of yours."
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