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was cured by the doctors at NAMI, and Sears and Roebuck could take care of themselves. "Which way toward the dinks who were shooting at us?" Arlene asked. Sears and Roebuck turned slowly through the entire 360-degree panorama, then pointed basically along the twenty-seven kilometer trench our ship had dug. Arlene turned to me, raising her brows like a pair of question marks. Toward or away from danger? Didn't seem to be much of a choice. S and R had detected no signs of civilization on the planetЧno powerlines, power- plants, canals, or structures larger than two or three stories. If there was anything smaller, it wouldn't have shown up on their quick microwave scan. So far as I could tell, the only sign of intelligent life was the gun battery that had pounded our ship into rubble. Oh, what the hell! "Let's at least eyeball the wogs and see who they are. My guess is they don't belong here any more than we do." The air temp on the desert Arlene dubbed the Anvil of God was livable; Sears and Roebuck hadn't lied. But they never claimed it was comfortable ... and 60 degrees centigrade certainly didn't qualify. Our helmets kept the direct sunlight off our heads, recirc option, pissing into a tube and recycling it back to the drinking nipple. Arlene was not happy about doing that. Being a female, this meant she had to strip and pee into a bedpanlike device, whereas I just wore a sheath. There were no trees, so no privacy. She could have turned her back, but in a typical act of defiance, A.S. just did it right in front of me and the Klave. I pretended nonchalance, as if women urinated in front of me all the timeЧArlene had done it before, anyway, in combat situations. But in reality I was shocked and embarrassed every damned time ... but I sure wasn't about to let Arlene know that! I would never hear the end of it. We cut off the furrow about two klicks laterally and paralleled it, figuring that whoever was shooting at us would follow the skidmarks to see what he had shot down. The armor monitored the outside air, regulat- ing heat venting to prevent us showing a hot signature on an infrared optical device, and we kept the mikes cold and ultrashort rangeЧoutside of five to seven meters, the fuzzy signal attenuated into the back- ground noise. We had a reasonably good chance of not getting caught, and, damn it, I wanted to see those bastards with their itchy trigger fingers, see them up |
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