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 The G-021 appeared as a little bright blip on the radar screen. Chaney watched as its movement
suddenly slowed down and its direction changed. From the receiver still tuned in to the G-021 came a
resounding roar, the screeching of tearing metal and finally a thunderous crash. Then everything was
quiet.

"Hathome?"

No answer.

"HathomeтАж?"

Finally a weak voice, "Yes, yes-sirтАж?"

"Did you all make it?"

"I think so, sir. Yes, theyтАЩre back on their feet again."

ChaneyтАЩs attention was diverted. His altimeter showed only 500 feet. The G-020 was about to hit the
ground together with the G-022. He braced himself firmly against the pilot console. When the altimeter
almost reached zero he blasted the last bit of energy out of the forejets to brake his speed.

A violent blow struck the machine. Chaney saw that the radarscope began to rotate and that the blurred
shadows on the observation screen bounced wildly around. An infernal noise drowned out the moaning
of his men. Chaney held his breath till the final crash came, which meant that the G-020 had run into an
obstacle and that its momentum had been stopped.

ChaneyтАЩs head hit a hard object and he was knocked out for a few moments. When he came to again it
was still around him except for some scratching noises made by the men trying to get back on their feet.

"Everybody here?" Chaney asked.

They answered with a loud "Yes!" out of pure joy that they had got away with their lives.

It was dark inside the Gazelle. The power generators had quit working, putting the transmitter out of
commission as well. The telecom screen was blank.

"LetтАЩs get out of here!" Chaney bellowed. "But keep under cover of the machine!"

They snapped the helmets of their protective suits shut and climbed out. The hatch worked perfectly
since it was connected to its own emergency power supply, being the only exit and entrance to the ship.

Chaney waited quietly till the noise from the mikes abated and then called over the helmet radio:
"Hathome? Crimson?"

Hathome reported at once but from the G-022 came the answer: "Lt. Crimson is unconscious, sir. This
is Sgt. Halligan speaking."

"How many of you have been hurt, Halligan?"

"Two, sir."