"I never tire of seeing that view," said George. "I've missed it, just
in the few days we've been inside."
"Yes, it's inspiring," answered Zip, but he was already in motion,
walking and scanning the ground on both sides of him. George followed.
Their asteroid boots gripped the surface of the asteroid.
"What are you looking for, Zip?"
"Evidence of the pirates. I've got a plan for escaping them, but our
exit point here can't be too close to their entrance."
"We've walked a dozen miles through the asteroid from their
headquarters-they can't be too close."
"I'm sure you're right, but there may be other entrances. We found one,
didn't we?"
"Even if there were other entrances, they're bound to be as invisible
to the eye as the one we just came out of."
"Right again, I'm sure, George, but I don't want to take any chances.
Our escape depends on our being unseen-at least for most of the time.
Then I want to be seen."
"What do you mean, Zip? I- " George suddenly stopped talking, almost as
if his communicator had been turned off. Zip looked over.
"What's wrong, George?" Through his helmet, George's eyes were opened
wide and his mouth was agape. "What is it?" Zip repeated.
"We, we, we're not in the Asteroid Belt," George stammered. "Look,
there's the Belt over there.
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