"Wow! Am I tired!" he said at last. "Somebody help me to my bunk and
wake me when it's over."
"I'll go with you, Mark," said Joe. With Joe trying to support the
larger of the two Starmen, the two of them walked slowly across the
quad to the airlock that led to the launching pad.
"We're still not finished," said Madera. "We have to steer the asteroid
out of its collision course. For that, I think we'll need some help
from an unlikely source."
"Gene," stated Zip.
"Gene," affirmed Starlight Enterprise's Chief Ioneer.
Jesus Madera reached for his communicator and asked that Gene be sent
to him from where he was being held in the Tempest. Madera dismissed
the men who had been with them in the power plant, then turned to the
red-headed Starman.
"I'm sure that Joe or even I could pilot the asteroid if we had to, but
it is best that Gene do it-best for him."
"Of course, Mr. Madera," said Zip. "I understand."
While they waited, the Starman gazed around. Far above was the roof of
the great chamber like an iron sky. The natural lights of the complex
once again blazed throughout the structures. The air seemed fresher.
He and Madera watched Gene descend the ladder and jump the last few
rungs to the pad. Then he turned and paced quickly to the closest
entrance in the great wall.
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