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Spurred
on
this
way
,
I
closed
about
half
of
my
share
of
the
gap
,
maybe
four
miles
,
in
minimum
time
but
without
doing
much
more
than
casual
damage
.
My
Y-rack
had
gone
empty
two
jumps
back
;
finding
myself
alone
in
sort
of
a
courtyard
I
stopped
to
put
my
reserve
H.
E.
bombs
into
it
while
I
took
a
bearing
on
Ace
--
found
that
I
was
far
enough
out
in
front
of
the
flank
squad
to
think
about
expending
my
last
two
A-rockets
.
I
jumped
to
the
top
of
the
tallest
building
in
the
neighborhood
.
It
was
getting
light
enough
to
see
;
I
flipped
the
snoopers
up
onto
my
forehead
and
made
a
fast
scan
with
bare
eyes
,
looking
for
anything
behind
us
worth
shooting
at
,
anything
at
all
;
I
had
no
time
to
be
choosy
.
There
was
something
on
the
horizon
in
the
direction
of
their
spaceport
administration
&
control
,
maybe
,
or
possibly
even
a
starship
.
Almost
in
line
and
about
half
as
far
away
was
an
enormous
structure
which
I
could
n't
identify
even
that
loosely
.
The
range
to
the
spaceport
was
extreme
but
I
let
the
rocket
see
it
,
said
,
"
Go
find
it
,
baby
!
"
and
twisted
its
tail
--
slapped
the
last
one
in
,
sent
it
toward
the
nearer
target
,
and
jumped
.
That
building
took
a
direct
hit
just
as
I
left
it
.
Either
a
skinny
had
judged
(
correctly
)
that
it
was
worth
one
of
their
buildings
to
try
for
one
of
us
,
or
one
of
my
own
mates
was
getting
mighty
careless
with
fireworks
.
Either
way
,
I
did
n't
want
to
jump
from
that
spot
,
even
a
skimmer
;
I
decided
to
go
through
the
next
couple
of
buildings
instead
of
over
.
So
I
grabbed
the
heavy
flamer
off
my
back
as
I
hit
and
dipped
the
snoopers
down
over
my
eyes
,
tackled
a
wall
in
front
of
me
with
a
knife
beam
at
full
power
.
A
section
of
wall
fell
away
and
I
charged
in
.
And
backed
out
even
faster
.
I
did
n't
know
what
it
was
I
had
cracked
open
.
A
congregation
in
church
a
skinny
flophouse
--
maybe
even
their
defense
headquarters
.
All
I
knew
was
that
it
was
a
very
big
room
filled
with
more
skinnies
than
I
wanted
to
see
in
my
whole
life
.
Probably
not
a
church
,
for
somebody
took
a
shot
at
me
as
I
popped
back
out
just
a
slug
that
bounced
off
my
armor
,
made
my
ears
ring
,
and
staggered
me
without
hurting
me
.
But
it
reminded
me
that
I
was
n't
supposed
to
leave
without
giving
them
a
souvenir
of
my
visit
.
I
grabbed
the
first
thing
on
my
belt
and
lobbed
it
in
--
and
heard
it
start
to
squawk
.
As
they
keep
telling
you
in
Basic
,
doing
something
constructive
at
once
is
better
than
figuring
out
the
best
thing
to
do
hours
later
.
By
sheer
chance
I
had
done
the
right
thing
.
This
was
a
special
bomb
,
one
each
issued
to
us
for
this
mission
with
instructions
to
use
them
if
we
found
ways
to
make
them
effective
.
The
squawking
I
heard
as
I
threw
it
was
the
bomb
shouting
in
skinny
talk
(
free
translation
)
:
"
I
'm
a
thirty-second
bomb
!
I
'm
a
thirty-second
bomb
!
Twenty-nine
!
...
twenty-eight
!
...
twenty-seven
!
--
"
It
was
supposed
to
frazzle
their
nerves
.
Maybe
it
did
;
it
certainly
frazzled
mine
.
Kinder
to
shoot
a
man
.
I
did
n't
wait
for
the
countdown
;
I
jumped
,
while
I
wondered
whether
they
would
find
enough
doors
and
windows
to
swarm
out
in
time
.
I
got
a
bearing
on
Red
's
blinker
at
the
top
of
the
jump
and
one
on
Ace
as
I
grounded
.
I
was
falling
behind
again
--
time
to
hurry
.
