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Turbines
began
their
low
hissing
.
“
Ready
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
.
”
He
touched
the
remote
control
for
lights
.
Darkness
blanketed
them
.
His
hand
was
a
shadow
against
the
luminous
dials
as
he
tripped
the
remote
door
control
.
Grating
sounded
ahead
of
them
.
A
cascade
of
sand
swished
away
to
silence
.
A
dusty
breeze
touched
Paul
’
s
cheeks
.
He
closed
his
door
,
feeling
the
sudden
pressure
.
A
wide
patch
of
dust
-
blurred
stars
framed
in
angular
darkness
appeared
where
the
door
-
wall
had
been
.
Starlight
defined
a
shelf
beyond
,
a
suggestion
of
sand
ripples
.
Paul
depressed
the
glowing
action
-
sequence
switch
on
his
panel
.
The
wings
snapped
back
and
down
,
hurling
the
’
thopter
out
of
its
nest
.
Power
surged
from
the
jetpods
as
the
wings
locked
into
lift
attitude
.
Jessica
let
her
hands
ride
lightly
on
the
dual
controls
,
feeling
the
sureness
of
her
son
’
s
movements
.
She
was
frightened
,
yet
exhilarated
.
Now
,
Paul
’
s
training
is
our
only
hope
,
she
thought
.
His
youth
and
swiftness
.
Paul
fed
more
power
to
the
jetpods
.
The
’
thopter
banked
,
sinking
them
into
their
seats
as
a
dark
wall
lifted
against
the
stars
ahead
.
He
gave
the
craft
more
wing
,
more
power
.
