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. Richard, if you will slide out to the right as soon as Jake
is out of your way, that will let our passengers climb out."
I did so as quickly as Dr. Burroughs cleared the way. I heard Lazarus
Long's voice rumbling behind me. "Hilda! Why have you ordered us out of the car?
Why aren't we at Headquarters?''
His tone reminded me of a drill sergeant I had had as a boot, ten thousand
years ago.
"Forgot my knitting, Woodie, had to go back for it."
"Knock it off. Why haven't we started? Why are we disembarking?"
"Watch your blood pressure, Lazarus. Gay just proved that she was not being
a Nervous Nellie when she asked me to break our usual trip to THQ into three
jumps. Had I used our old routine, we would all glow in the dark."
"My skin itches," Gay said fretfully. "I'll bet I would make a Geiger stick
rattle like hail on a tin roof."
"Zebbie will check you later, dear," Hilda said soothingly, then went on to
Lazarus: "I don't think Gay was hurt; I think none of us was. Because Zeb had
one of his bad-news flashes and bounced us out of there almost ahead of the
photons. But I am sorry to report, sir, that Headquarters isn't there anymore.
May it rest in peace."
Lazarus persisted, "Hilda, is this one of your jokes?"
"Captain Long, when you talk that way, I expect you to address me as
'Commodore.'"
"Sorry. What happened?"
Zeb said, "Lazarus, let them finish unloading and I'll take you back and
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