"Smith, E E Doc - Subspace 01 - Subspace Explorers V2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith E. E. Doc)

Type DCQ.' It takes care of radiation, but speed is of the essence. All over you is right."
He placed the foam-gun on the floor and went vigorously to work. "Eyes, too, yes.
Everywhere. Just that. And swallow six gulps of it . . . that's it. I slap a gob of it over
your nose and mouth and you inhale once-hard and deep. One good one's enough, but if
it isn't a good one you die of lung cancer, so I'll have to knock you out and give it to you
while you're unconscious, and that isn't good-complications. So make it good and deep?"

"Will do. Good and deep." She emptied her lungs.

He put a headlock on her and slapped the Dekon on.

She inhaled, hard and deep, and went into paroxysms of coughing. He held her in his
arms until the worst of it was over; but she was still coughing hard when she pulled
herself away from him.

"But-you? Lemme-help-you-quick!"

"No need, sweetheart. The old man won't need it-I got him into the safe in time-the other
guy and I will work on each other. Lie down on the bunk there and take it easy for half an
hour."

Forty minutes later, while all four were still cleaning up the messes of foam, the
chattering sender stopped sending and the communicator came on. Since everything
about a starship is designed to fail safe, they were of course in normal space. On the
screens many hundreds of stars blazed, in half the colors of the spectrum.

"Baby Three acknowledging," the speaker said. "Jones and four-deconned-who's calling
and bow's your subspace communicator?"

"Baby Two, Deston and three. Mine's dead, too. Thank God, Here! With you to
astrogate us maybe well make it. But how'd you get away? Not down from the Top,
that's for sure."

Vision came on; a big, square-jawed, lean, tanned face appeared upon the screen. "We
were in Baby Three already."

"Oh." Deston was quick on the uptake. "You, too?" "That's right. But the way the old man
chewed you out, I knew he'd slap me in irons, so we hid out. We found three men before
high red. I deconned Bun, then . . ." "Bun?" Barbara exclaimed. "Bernice Burns? How
wonderful!"

"Bobby!" The face of a silver-haired beauty appeared beside Jones'. "Am I glad you got
away too!"

"Just a sec," Deston said. "Data for rendezvous, Here. . . . Hey! My watch stopped-so
did the chron!"

"Here too," Jones said. "So I'll handle it on visual."

"But it's non-magnetic-and nothing can stop an atomichron!" Deston protested.