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. The rest of the team were settled into their seats. "I'm going to shut this, seal you guys off. This may be a bumpy ride. Hold tight."
The last he heard, Tycho was asking worriedly, "Where's the head?"
Xris shut and sealed the airlock, then began struggling into the bulky and cumbersome flight suit.
"Of course, once we get free"--Harry eyed Xris nervously--"we have to dodge that tractor beam. And then--"
Xris held up his hand. "Just answer me this." He put on his helmet. "Has anyone ever made the jump with a hole in his spaceship?"
"If they have, they haven't come back to talk about it," Harry replied.
Xris nodded, settled himself in his seat, strapped himself in. "Just checking. All right. Let 'er rip."
The commander of NOROF stood beside the operations officer. Both of them were stating intently out the gigantic observation screen.
"They're breaking free," said the commander.
"Yes, sir," Ops returned. "Sorry, sir, but those mooring clamps were never meant to hold under that kind of pressure."
"Can engineering lock the tractor beam onto them?"
"No, sir. We're faced with the same situation we had when they flew in here. That pilot is damn good. Begging your pardon, sir, but it's like trying to track a mosquito with a flashlight. We can hit the ship with the beam, but the second we're ready to lock on, he's flown out of it
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