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Robert A. Heinlein - Common Sense
Atec Февраль 27 2008 22:54:42
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. His late captor's face was a bloody mess, half bitten away.
"Get his knife," said Joe.
"Can't reach it," Bobo admitted guiltily. The reason was evident: the hilt protruded from Bobo's ribs, just below his right shoulder blade.
Joe-Jim examined it, touched it gently. It was stuck. "Can you walk?"
"Sure," grunted Bobo, and grimaced.
"Let it stay where it is. Alan! With me. Hugh and Bill, cover rear. Bobo In the middle."
"Where's Narby?" demanded Ertz, dabbing at a round on his cheekbone.
But Narby was gone, ducked out through the rear door behind his desk. And it was locked.
Clerks scattered before them in the outer office; Joe-Jim knifed the guard at the outer door while he was still raising his whistle. Hastily they retrieved their own weapons and added them to those they had seized. They fled upward.
Two decks above inhabited levels Bobo stumbled and fell. Joe-Jim picked him up. "Can you make it?" The dwarf nodded dumbly, blood on his lips. They climbed. Twenty decks or so higher it became evident that Bobo could no longer climb, though they had taken turns in boosting him from the rear. But weight was lessened appreciably at that level; Alan braced himself and picked up the solid form as if it were a child. They climbed. Joe-Jim relieved Alan. They climbed.
Ertz relieved Joe-Jim. Hugh relieved Ertz.
They reached the level on which they lived forward of their group apartments
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