Part 3 (1/2)

”Wonder who the E will be this time?” Frank asked, without too much concern. It didn't really matter. An E was an E, for better or for worse.

”Haven't heard,” Tom answered. ”Probably not decided yet. If the Senior E's think it isn't much of a problem, they might send a Junior. Or if they don't want to be bothered, they might send a Junior who's up for his solo problem.”

”Whoever, or whatever, I'm sure it will be interesting,” Frank commented with a grin. Tom returned the grin. There wasn't any malice in it, nor any of the basic enmity and destructiveness of the stupid toward the bright, just a recognition that an E was an E. They had a vast respect for an E, but you couldn't get around it that some of them were--well, maybe eccentric was the word.

”I hear there's trouble on that planet we're going to--Eden, isn't it?”

Frank commented.

”You think we'd be hauling an E out there if there weren't?” Tom countered wryly.

They continued to check over each item in the generator room, their flying fingers making sharp contrast to their slow, idle conversation.

They gave the room extra care this time because there had been some quick-fingered students around who just might have got it into their heads to improve the machinery. Satisfied at last that there had been no subtle meddling, they snapped the cowl of the generator back into position. They took one more sharp look around, then walked, single file, up the narrow pa.s.sage to the control room. Louie LeBeau was sitting in the astronavigator's seat, checking over his star charts and instruments. He glanced up at them as they came level with his cubicle.

He was the third man of the team, as used to them as they were to him.

”Fourteen hop adjustments to get us past Pluto and out of the heavy traffic,” he grumbled sourly. His round face and liquid brown eyes were perpetually disgusted. ”They keep saying over at Traffic that they're going to provide a freeway out of the solar system so we can take it in one hop, but they don't do it. Wonder when we'll ever go modern, start doing things scientific?”

They paid no attention to his grumbling. That was just Louie.

”Then how many hops to Eden, after Pluto?” Tom asked.

”I figure twenty,” Louie answered. ”Can't take full light-year leaps every time. There's stuff in the way. There's always stuff in the way to louse up a good flight plan. Universe is too crowded. There'll be no trouble getting _to_ Eden, no trouble _getting_ there. Make it in about fourteen hours. Fourteen hours to go eleven lousy little light-years.

Fourteen hours I got to work in one stretch. Wait'll the union agent hears you're working me fourteen hours without a relief. And are you letting me get my rest now, so I can work fourteen hours? Or are you stopping me from resting with a lot of questions?”

”But you think there may be trouble _after_ we get to Eden?” Tom asked.

Louie looked at him. There was no fear in the soft, brown eyes; just an enormous indignation that life should always treat him so dirty.

”Don't you?” he asked.

4

Calvin Gray, Junior Extrapolator, stood nude before his bathroom mirror and played a no-beard light over his chin and thin cheeks. That should take care of the beard problem for the next six months or so. He leaned forward and examined the fine lines beginning to appear at the corners of his eyes. Well, that was one of the signs he'd reached the thirty mark. One couldn't stay forever at the peak of youth--not yet, anyway.

Perhaps he should think about that sometime.

Trouble was, there was always something more urgent....

He became conscious that Linda was standing in the bathroom door watching him. He hadn't heard her get out of bed.

”You used the no-beard just last month, Cal,” she said. There was a questioning note in her voice.

”Want to keep handsome,” he said lightly. ”Never know when I might have to run out to some other world. Wouldn't want one of my other wives to catch me with stubble on my face.”

It was a stale joke, a childish one, but it served to introduce the topic foremost in his mind.

”This Eden problem. I can't plan on it, but I hope it's my solo to qualify me for my big E. I'm due, you know.”