The ground crew took over; a sealed runabout jeeped Pemberton to the tunnel entrance. The guard was lifting up; the lieutenant was pulling down, with only his low Moon weight to anchor him. There's' Earth, round and beautiful, only twenty-odd thousand miles away, close enough to brush your sleeve. But we can forget it; it is too far away.
But I kept my lip zipped and let my companion speak first-which he did, with vehemence. Anyway, you start your preparations. Separated, they are no more explosive than a pound of butter; slapped together, they explode. You're right, Eve.
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