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The
top
closed
on
me
and
I
was
alone
.
"
Just
like
a
drill
,
"
he
says
!
I
began
to
shake
uncontrollably
.
Then
,
in
my
earphones
,
I
heard
Jelly
from
the
center-line
tube
:
"
Bridge
!
Rasczak
's
Roughnecks
...
ready
for
drop
!
"
"
Seventeen
seconds
,
Lieutenant
!
"
I
heard
the
ship
captain
's
cheerful
contralto
replying
--
and
resented
her
calling
Jelly
"
Lieutenant
.
"
To
be
sure
,
our
lieutenant
was
dead
and
maybe
Jelly
would
get
his
commission
...
but
we
were
still
"
Rasczak
's
Roughnecks
.
"
She
added
,
"
Good
luck
,
boys
!
"
"
Thanks
,
Captain
.
"
"
Brace
yourselves
!
Five
seconds
.
"
I
was
strapped
all
over-belly
,
forehead
,
shins
.
But
I
shook
worse
than
ever
.
It
's
better
after
you
unload
.
Until
you
do
,
you
sit
there
in
total
darkness
,
wrapped
like
a
mummy
against
the
accelerations
,
barely
able
to
breathe
--
and
knowing
that
there
is
just
nitrogen
around
you
in
the
capsule
even
if
you
could
get
your
helmet
open
,
which
you
ca
n't
--
and
knowing
that
the
capsule
is
surrounded
by
the
firing
tube
anyhow
and
if
the
ship
gets
hit
before
they
fire
you
,
you
have
n't
got
a
prayer
,
you
'll
just
die
there
,
unable
to
move
,
helpless
.
It
's
that
endless
wait
in
the
dark
that
causes
the
shakes
--
thinking
that
they
've
forgotten
you
...
the
ship
has
been
hulled
and
stayed
in
orbit
,
dead
,
and
soon
you
'll
buy
it
,
too
,
unable
to
move
,
choking
.
Or
it
's
a
crash
orbit
and
you
'll
buy
it
that
way
,
if
you
do
n't
roast
on
the
way
down
.
