The Transitway wastheirs. A fairly large number hadn't needed much persuading. No sweat, sir, the platoon sergeant answered as hiswell drilled right arm jerked the fifty's charging handle, twice;ka-chink, ka-chink. Some of thosebodies had seemed very small, even to the distant pilot.
These were just enough, with maintenance schedules,to keep one on station throughout the night, most nights. Theattack would be at midnight. yes, your whole fucking cohort. The Cricket was perfectly capable of gliding quite some distancewithout engine power, once it was up among the cooler, thicker air.
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