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not a retired hero. Then back in the day-care center wiping snotty noses. It would be years before
another dip trip was needed. He'd never be on the list again.



Which meant that Alex MacLeod, pilot and engineer, wasn't needed any longer. So what do you do
with a pilot when pilots aren't needed? What do the habitats do with a man who can't work outside,
because one more episode of explosive decompression will bring on a fatal stroke?
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Day care. Snotty noses. Work at learning to be a teacher, a job he didn't much like.



Look on the bright side, Alex, my boy. Maybe you won't make it back at all.



Sure, he could always go out the way Mish Lykonov had in Moon Rat, auguring in to Mare
Tranquilitatis. They'd have a ceremony-тАФand they'd miss the ship more than him. Even Mary. Maybe
especially Mary, since she'd got him the mission.



He straightened in his seat and touched the controls again. Maybe just a touch of resistance . . .



"Chto delayet? Alex!"



Something had prodded Gordon awake. Alex glanced to the right. "What is it?"



"I'm getting a reading on the air temperature gauge!"



"Right. There's enough air outside now to have a temperature."



Gordon nodded, still unbelieving.