Then to Kumiko, "Which way?"

"Left. Air lock. Hundred meters." She crouched

and darted away.

"Ram, stoop, bend, whatever it takes to shrink.

Stay close to the wall for as long as you can.

Everyone keep a few meters apart. Hodak, you stay

close to Ram and watch the rear. OK, let's do it."

Two burly men came around the end of a nearby

structure, stopped, stared at Ram as he rose

through the manhole, and then at each other. Zolan

caught both in a conical burst as they backed away.

They fell in silence.

Hodak and Zolan dashed forward. Each grasped a

set of ankles, hauled the bodies into the cul-de-sac

and dumped them down the utility hole.

Brad took a quick look in both directions and

nudged Adari.

"Go," he said.

Kumiko was at the air lock. Brad, Hodak and

Ram were well away from the cul-de-sac. Kumiko

stepped into the enclosure containing the suit racks,

her weapon up and level, safety off, finger a tiny

space from the trigger.

Two guards, sitting on a bench, rifles across their

thighs, gaped at her.

"What the hell," one of them yawped, raising his

rifle.

The other guard flipped the switch on a hand-held

transmitter and started to raise it to his lips.

Kumiko cut them down with a single sweep. She

raced up and across the long room, checking

alcoves, corridors and behind suit racks. Empty.

Ram entered, quickly followed by the others. Hodak

remained at the door, alert for intruders. Adari

moved across to the keypad control for the outer

air lock, and peered through the visi-screen. She

thumbed up.

Ram rummaged hastily among the space suits on

the rack. Adari left her position, grabbed a suit and

worked herself into it. Brad, Kumiko and Zolan were

halfway into theirs. Zolan moved to the outer door.

Hodak, suited up, called to Ram, who hurried over.

"Here's one you might squeeze into. C'mere, give it

a try."

Ram looked distastefully at the suit. "Well," he

muttered, "that's what happens to a giant among

pygmies. I couldn't find anything bigger than what

you've come up with. Give a hand here."

Adari joined them. Together, she and Hodak

shoehorned Ram into the suit and closed the seals.

Helmets fitted, they ran quickly through air tank

and suit connections security and pressure checks.

Minutes later they were ready for departure.

Brad motioned Kumiko closer, and they opened their

faceplates.

"Stay here until we return," Brad instructed,

"but keep your suit on. Now that we're all wearing

suits we can't be identified. So, if you get innocent

visitors, just incapacitate them. If anyone comes

looking for a fight, don't wait for an invitation."

Kumiko nodded and closed her faceplate. Weapon

in hand, she took up a position where she would

not be seen from the entryway.

Brad lumbered to the air lock and, a moment

later, the panel to the buffer space slipped aside.

Gesturing Ram, Zolan, Hodak and Adari through, he

stepped after them and closed and dogged the panel

leading back into the dome. He lifted the safety

cover and pressed a wall plate. With a swish of

escaping air, the outer doors slid up. They stepped

out.

##

A dozen taxis and space tugs were scattered about

on the ramp. Choosing the taxi most distant from

the others Zolan beckoned Hodak and Adari to follow

him. Moving as quickly as their suits and the light

gravity would allow, they reached the taxi and

climbed aboard. Brad and Ram brought up the rear,

turning often to watch other suited people moving

about. A ramp guard was some distance away,

gesturing among a knot of people. The Sentinels

remained unnoticed.

Reaching the taxi, Zolan and Hodak began to

adjust its controls, vector and power instruments.

Adari's helmet filled in the pilot position. Raising her

glove she beckoned frantically to Ram. He climbed

in beside her. Her hand on his helmet she spoke

rapidly, pointing at the instrument panel.

Brad watched Adari move back and out as Ram moved

into the seat she vacated. Bending forward, her

helmet touched Ram's as her gloved hands pointed to

where the depot was visible. She slapped Ram on the

shoulder and stepped back.

The jerry-rigged taxi rose slowly at first, gained

speed and disappeared into the backdrop of black

velvet and stars.

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