Part 8 (2/2)

”Horrible!” Sherri said.

Jervis fell silent. Wayne was picturing the sight, and knew everyone else was, too--the sight of hordes of carnivorous little aliens burrowing up through the sand and approaching the eight Earthmen who lay there, alive but helpless. Approaching them--and beginning to feed.

Just when the atmosphere began to grow too depressing, Wayne decided to break the spell. ”I'd like to point out that the valley's been completely cauterized,” he said. ”The aliens have been wiped out. And I propose to lead a mission out to reconnoitre for the double-nucleus beryllium.”

He looked around. ”MacPherson? Boggs? Manetti? You three want to start over where we left off the last time?”

Sergeant Boggs came up to him. ”Sir, I want you to understand that--”

”I know, Boggs,” Wayne said. ”Let's forget all about it. There's work to be done.”

”I'm sorry I misjudged you, Wayne. If it hadn't been for your quick action, this crew would have gone the way of the _Mavis_.”

”Just luck, Colonel,” Wayne said. ”If it hadn't been for those heavy-soled climbing boots, I'd probably be lying out there with the rest of you right now.”

Colonel Petersen grinned. ”Thanks to your boots, then.”

Wayne turned to his team of three. ”Let's get moving, fellows. We've wasted enough time already.”

”Do we need s.p.a.cesuits, sir?” Manetti asked.

”No, Manetti. The air's perfectly fine out there,” Wayne said. ”But I'd suggest you wear your climbing boots.” He grinned. ”You never can tell when they'll come in handy.”

THE END

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