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. "Very nice, Sis! You're within a second of post-analyzed optimum, and three seconds better than the shot that got the so-and-so. I have to admit that's sweet shooting . . . because the real run is my own. That raider off Ingstel . . . remember?"
"I certainly do." She glanced at Thorby.
Thorby felt disgusted. "It's not fair!" He started hauling at safety-belt buckles.
Jeri looked surprised. "What, Trainee?"
"I said it's not fair! You send down a problem, I tackle it cold -- and get bawled out because I'm not perfect. But all she had to do is to fiddle with controls to get an answer she already knows . . . to make me look cheap!"
Mata was looking stricken. Thorby headed for the door. "I never asked for this! I'm going to the Captain and ask for another job."
"Trainee!"
Thorby stopped. Jeri went on quietly. "Sit down. When I'm through, you can see the Captain -- if you think it's advisable."
Thorby sat down.
"I've two things to say," Jeri continued coldly. "First --" He turned to his sister. "Junior Controlman, did you know what problem this was when you were tracking?"
"No, Senior Controlman."
"Have you worked it before?"
"I don't think so."
"How was it you remembered it?"
"What? Why, you said it was the raider off Ingstel. I'll never forget because of the dinner afterwards -- you sat with Great Grandmo -- with the Chief Officer
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