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mauled by a thousand and impossibly gigantic hammers.

And out in the corridor: "Come on, girl, sprint!" He put his hand under her arm and urged
her along.

She tried, but her best wasn't good. "I've never been checked out on sprinting in
space-suits, so you'd better. . ."

Everything went out. Lights, artificial gravity, air-circulation-everything.

"You've never been checked out on null-gee, either, so hang on and we'll travel."

"Where to?" she asked, hurtling through the air faster than she would have believed
possible.

"Baby Two-Lifecraft Number Two, that is-my crash assignment. Good thing I was down
here with you-I don't think anybody'll make it from the Top. Next turn left, then right. I'll
swim you."

At the lifecraft he kicked a lever and a port swung open-to reveal a blaze of light and a
startled gray-haired man who, half-floating in air, was banging on to a fixture with both
hands.

"What happened?" the man asked. "I didn't know whether. . ."

"Wrecked. Null-gee and high radiation. I'll have to put you in the safe for a while." Deston
shoved the oldster into a small room, gave him a line, and turned to Barbara. "My tell-tale
reads twenty-pink-so we've got a few minutes. Wrap a leg around that lever there and I'll
see if I can find some passengers and toss 'em to you. Or is null-gee getting to you too
much?"

"I'm pretty gulpy, but I can take it."

"Good girl-you may have to take a lot of it."

The first five doors he tried were locked. The sixth was not; but the couple inside the
room were very gruesomely dead. So was everyone else he could find until he came to a
room in which a man in a space-suit was floundering helplessly in the air. He glanced at
his telltale. Thirty two. High red. Time to go.

In the lifecraft he closed the port, cut in the launcher, and slammed on a one-gravity drive
away from the ship. Then he shucked Barbara out of her suit and shed his own. He
unclamped a fire-extinguisher-like affair; opened the door of a tiny room. "In here!" He
shut the door behind them. "Strip, quick!" He cradled the device and opened four valves.

Fast as he was, she was naked and ready for the gush of thick, creamy foam from the
multiplex nozzle. "Oh, Dekon?" she asked. "I've read about it. I rub it in good, all over
me?"

"That's right. Short for 'Decontaminant, Complete; Compound, Absorbent, and Chelating;