" He
moved back down the hall, the Starmen following. When they were back in
the room they had first entered, Vly reached up into a recess where
there were several rolled sheets of paper. "Move aside," he said
quietly, pushing a reluctant koalang over and pulling out a large roll.
He unrolled it over a rock polisher and gestured for the Starmen to
take the corners. It was a map of a portion of the asteroid belt.
"Here's where we are," said Vly, pointing to a spot on the map, "and
here's where George is." His finger swept across the map to where a
tiny dot had been placed. "It's a mining operation of moderate size
called Z25. He runs it there with a fair-sized crew-maybe a dozen men."
There were equations, sketches, and notes scribbled all over the sheet.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vly," said Mark, "but I don't follow you. I'm used to
plotting coordinates and thinking in three dimensions."
"See these figures?" asked Vly. "They're your coordinates. It is a
three-dimensional map, in a manner of speaking. If it weren't, I
couldn't get around. I'll write down what you need. But you'll find
George on that little plunk of a rock. He's been there several months
now and won't be hard to find, once I point it out to you. I just spoke
to him a few hours ago and I'll get ahold of him again and tell him
you'll be coming.
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