Saxon realized the machine was still clicking off the message over and
over again.
Murdock had pushed himself to the bulkhead, where he kicked off,
gliding through the door. Saxon followed cautiously, conscious of a
yellow mist collecting in the control room.
The T.I.S. agent got just beyond the doorway when he floated
unconscious to the deck.
Saxon made it to the head of the ladder. Then he, too, lost control
over his muscles.
[Illustration: _Saxon made it to the head of the ladder. Then he, too,
lost control over his muscles._]
The mist was like soup, thick yellow pea soup.