Part 26 (1/2)

Do you hear me?”

”Same way,” Rip replied. ”Get this, Koa. Don't fail to explode that charge at twenty-three-oh-five. Can you see us?”

The reply was very slightly stronger. ”I will explode the charge as ordered, Lieutenant. We can see a pair of rocket exhausts, but no boats.

Is that you?”

”Yes. We're coming in on propulsion tubes.”

Koa waited for a long moment, then asked, ”Sir, what if you're not with us by twenty-three-oh-five?”

”You know the answer,” Rip retorted crisply.

Of course Koa knew. The nuclear blast would send Rip and Santos spinning into outer s.p.a.ce, perhaps crippled, burned, or completely irradiated.

But the lives of two men couldn't delay the blast that would save the lives of eight others, not counting prisoners.

Rip estimated his speed and course and the distance to the asteroid. He was increasingly sure that they wouldn't make it, and the knowledge was like the cold of s.p.a.ce in his stomach. It would be close but not close enough. A minute would make all the difference.

For a few heartbeats he almost called Koa and told him to wait that extra minute, to explode the nuclear charge at 23:06, at the very last second.

But even Planeteer chronometers could be off by a few seconds, and he couldn't risk it. His men had to be given some leeway.

He surveyed the asteroid. The nuclear charge was on his left side, pretty close to the sun line. At least he and Santos could angle to the right, to get as far away as possible.

The edge of the asteroid's shadow was barely visible. That it was visible at all was due to the minute particles of matter and gas that surrounded the sun, even millions of miles out into s.p.a.ce. He reduced helmet power and told Santos, ”Angle to the right. Get as close to the edge of shadow as you can without being cooked.”

As an afterthought, he asked, ”How many tubes do you have?”

”One after this, sir. I had three.”

”Save the one you have left.”

Rip didn't know yet what use they would be, but it was always a good idea to have some kind of reserve.

The Connie cruiser was sliding up to the crippled a.s.sault boat. Rip took a quick look, then s.h.i.+fted his hands and angled toward the edge of shadow. When he was within a few feet, he reversed the direction of the tube to keep from shooting out into the sunlight. A second or two later the tube burned out.

Santos was several yards away and slightly above him. Rip saw that the Planeteer was all right and turned his attention back to the cruiser. It was close enough to the a.s.sault boat to haul it in with grappling hooks.

The hooks emerged and engaged the torn metal of the boat, then drew it into the waiting port. The ma.s.sive air door slid closed.

The question was, would the Connie try to set his s.h.i.+p down on the asteroid? Rip grinned without mirth. Now would be a fine time. His chronometer showed a minute and a half to blast time.

He took another look at his own situation. He and Santos were getting close to the asteroid, but there was still over a half mile of Earth distance to go. They would cover perhaps three-fourths of that distance before Koa fired the charge.

He had a daring idea. How long could he and Santos last in direct sunlight? The effect of the sun in the open was powerful enough to make lead run like water. Their suits could absorb some heat, and the ventilating system could take care of quite a lot. They might last as much as three minutes, with luck.

They had to take a risk with the full knowledge that the odds were against them. But if they didn't take the risk, the blast would push them outward from the asteroid--into full sunlight. The end result would be the same.

”We're not going to make it, Santos,” he began.

”I know it, sir,” Santos replied.