His right knee came up and caught the
man in the solar plexus. The pirate went down with a whoosh of air and
lay still. Mark picked up his pistol.
Meanwhile, the blond pirate had screamed for help in a panicky voice,
turned, and was dashing down the corridor toward the elevators. Joe
took hold of the table's leg nearest him and skated the table
forcefully down the corridor after the escaping pirate. It caught the
man behind his left ankle as he was running. In the low gravity, the
pirate turned almost completely over, his pistol flying. Joe caught up
with him and delivered a quick punch that rendered the man unconscious.
The entire fight had taken less than ten seconds.
Zip stepped into the corridor calmly. "Did either of them have a chance
to set off an alarm?"
"I think this one did," responded Joe, pointing to the fallen pirate at
his feet and picking up his laser pistol. "He had about five seconds
while he was running to send an emergency call."
Zip grimaced. "That was stupid. I should have thought that they would
have a guard. I just didn't think of it, with all the electronic
gadgetry around here and their obvious need of manpower. My fault.
Sloppy thinking. But it's worse to stand here and feel badly about it.
We've got to disappear fast."
"This way!!" shouted George and began to run toward the elevator.
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