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The
Duke
took
the
microphone
,
punched
for
his
command
frequency
,
said
:
“
Two
of
you
toss
out
your
shield
generators
.
By
the
numbers
.
You
can
carry
one
more
man
that
way
.
We
’
re
not
leaving
any
men
for
that
monster
.
”
He
keyed
back
to
the
working
frequency
,
barked
:
“
All
right
,
you
in
Delta
Ajax
niner
!
Out
!
Now
!
This
is
a
command
from
your
Duke
!
On
the
double
or
I
’
ll
cut
that
crawler
apart
with
a
lasgun
!
”
A
hatch
snapped
open
near
the
front
of
the
factory
,
another
at
the
rear
,
another
at
the
top
.
Men
came
tumbling
out
,
sliding
and
scrambling
down
to
the
sand
.
A
tall
man
in
a
patched
working
robe
was
the
last
to
emerge
.
He
jumped
down
to
a
track
and
then
to
the
sand
.
The
Duke
hung
the
microphone
on
the
panel
,
swung
out
onto
the
wing
step
,
shouted
:
“
Two
men
each
into
your
spotters
.
”
The
man
in
the
patched
robe
began
tolling
off
pairs
of
his
crew
,
pushing
them
toward
the
craft
waiting
on
the
other
side
.
“
Four
over
here
!
”
the
Duke
shouted
.
“
Four
into
that
ship
back
there
!
”
He
jabbed
a
finger
at
an
escort
’
thopter
directly
behind
him
.
The
guards
were
just
wrestling
the
shield
generator
out
of
it
.
“
And
four
into
that
ship
over
there
!
”
He
pointed
to
the
other
escort
that
had
shed
its
shield
generator
.
“
Three
each
into
the
others
!
Run
,
you
sand
dogs
!
”
The
tall
man
finished
counting
off
his
crew
,
came
slogging
across
the
sand
followed
by
three
of
his
companions
.
“
I
hear
the
worm
,
but
I
can
’
t
see
it
,
”
Kynes
said
.
The
others
heard
it
then
—
an
abrasive
slithering
,
distant
and
growing
louder
.
