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. He had since had reason to bless the foresight of the designer. He could only imagine what that harrowing, plummeting descent in the Elevator from Hell would have been like if they'd been forced to view the sights along the way.
Harry switched on an array of vidscreens. The cams provided three-hundred-sixty-degree coverage of the terrain outside the drop ship.
Xris looked out over what appeared to be--at first, startled glance--a veritable sea of gleaming metal.
"We've landed in a parking lot," Harry announced.
Xris recalled the sound of screeching metal, the uneven, bumpy touchdown. A few hovercar owners were going to be extremely unhappy when they returned to the pancakes that had once been their vehicles. "Any activity?"
"Choppers circling, but not getting too close. Probably won't. We have surface-to-air missiles."
"Yeah, well, they've got air-to-surface missiles."
"I don't think they're going to be keen on using them. Look at this."
Harry adjusted a camera angle, pointed to a vidscreen. A few thousand spectators stared back, pointing and exclaiming and jostling for position in order to get a better view. They were alarmed and panicked now, but soon curiosity and the safety-in-numbers kind of euphoric courage that sweeps over a crowd would set in. The drop ship might survive a direct missile attack; it had already survived entry into the planet's atmosphere
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