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Near
them
on
the
floor
lay
several
rather
ugly
men
who
had
been
hit
about
the
head
with
some
heavy
design
awards
.
Half
a
mile
away
,
four
figures
pounded
up
a
corridor
looking
for
a
way
out
.
They
emerged
into
a
wide
open-plan
computer
bay
.
They
glanced
about
wildly
.
"
Which
way
do
you
reckon
Zaphod
?
"
said
Ford
.
"
At
a
wild
guess
,
I
'd
say
down
here
,
"
said
Zaphod
,
running
off
down
to
the
right
between
a
computer
bank
and
the
wall
.
As
the
others
started
after
him
he
was
brought
up
short
by
a
Kill-O-Zap
energy
bolt
that
cracked
through
the
air
inches
in
front
of
him
and
fried
a
small
section
of
adjacent
wall
.
A
voice
on
a
loud
hailer
said
,
"
OK
Beeblebrox
,
hold
it
right
there
.
We
've
got
you
covered
.
"
"
Cops
!
"
hissed
Zaphod
,
and
span
around
in
a
crouch
.
"
You
want
to
try
a
guess
at
all
,
Ford
?
"
"
OK
,
this
way
,
"
said
Ford
,
and
the
four
of
them
ran
down
a
gangway
between
two
computer
banks
.
At
the
end
of
the
gangway
appeared
a
heavily
armoured
and
space-suited
figure
waving
a
vicious
Kill-O-Zap
gun
.
"
We
do
n't
want
to
shoot
you
,
Beeblebrox
!
"
shouted
the
figure
.
"
Suits
me
fine
!
"
shouted
Zaphod
back
and
dived
down
a
wide
gap
between
two
data
process
units
.
