Over here was a several toned, fantastically huge hover-limousine, a
nattily dressed, sharp-looking, expressionless-faced young man behind
the wheel.
The three looked at Crowley.
He opened the door. "Climb in folks. Nothing too good for you
scientists, eh?"
Inside, sitting next to a window with Patricia beside him and Dr. Braun
at the far window, and with Ross in a jump seat, Crowley said
expansively, "This is Larry. Larry, this is Doc Braun and his friends I
was telling you about, Ross Wooley and Pat O'Gara. They're like
scientists."
Larry said, "Hi," without inflection, and tooled the heavy car out into
the traffic.
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