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"Yes, Fourth Probability Level; typical of the whole paratime belt I was working in." YES FOURTH PROBABILITY LEVEL TYPICO OF THE WHOLE PAIR TIME BELT I WAS WORKING IN
?" the pilot asked, taking the adjoining seat at the controls. "Paratime Police Field, back of the Paratime Administration Building." "Right, sir. Twenty seconds to blast, when you're ready." "Ready now." Verkan Vall relaxed, counting seconds subconsciously. The rocket trembled, and Verkan Vall felt himself being pushed gently back against the upholstery. The seats, and the pilot's instrument panel in front of them, swung on gimbals, and the finger of the indicator swept slowly over a ninety-degree arc as the rocket rose and leveled. By then, the high cirrus clouds Verkan Vall had watched from the field were far below; they were well into the stratosphere. There would be nothing to do, now, for the three hours in which the rocket sped northward across the pole and southward to Dhergabar; the navigation was entirely in the electronic hands of the robot controls. Verkan Vall got out his pipe and lit it; the pilot lit a cigarette. "That's an odd pipe, sir," the pilot said. "Out-time item?  INTO A SEAT DARBAR COMMERCIAL TURBITAL SIR THE PILOT ASKED TAKING THE ADJOINING SEAT OF THE CONTROLS PAIRITIME POLICE FIELD BACK OF THE PAIRITINE ADMINISTRATION AND BUILDING RIGHT SIR TWENTY SECONDS TO BLAST WHEN YOU'RE READY READY NOW VERKAN VALL RELAXED COUNTING SECONDS SUBCONSCIOUSLY THE ROCKET TREMBLED AND VERKAN VALL FOUND HIMSELF BEING PUSHED GENTLY BACK AGAINST THE UPHOLSTERY THE SEATS AND THE VIOLENT INSTRUMENT PANEL IN FRONT OF THEM SWUNG ON GIMBALS AND THE FINGER OF THE INDICATOR SWEPT SLOWLY OVER A NINETY DEGREE ARC AS THE ROCKET ROSE AND LEVELED BY THEN THE HIGH SERIOUS CLOUDS OF ERKAN VALL HAD WATCHED FROM THE FIELD OR FAR BELOW THEY WERE WELL INTO THE STRATOSPHERE THERE WOULD BE NOTHING TO DO NOW FOR THE THREE HOURS IN WHICH THE ROCKET SPED NORTHWEST ACROSS THE POLE AND DOWNWARD TO THE DE HAIR BAR THE NAVIGATION WAS ENTIRELY IN THE ELECTRONIC HANDS OF THEIR ROBOAT CONTROLS VERKAN BOW GOT OUT HIS PIPE AND LIT IT THE PILOT LIT A CIGARETTE IT'S AN ODD PIPE SIR OUT TIME ITEM
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