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The rocket that was to take him to headquarters was being hoisted with a crane and lowered into the firing stand, and he walked briskly toward it, his rifle and musette slung. THE ROCKET THAT WAS TO TAKE HIM TO HEADQUARTERS WAS BEING HOISTED WITH A CRANE THAT LOWERED AND FUNNED THE FIRING STAND HE WALKED BRISKLY TOWARD IT HIS RIFLE AND MUSETTE SLUNG
Field and give them my ETA; have an air-taxi meet me, and have the chief notified that I'm coming in. Extraordinary report. Keep a guard over the conveyor; I think I'm going to need it, again, soon." He turned to the little redhead. "Want to show me the way out of here, to the rocket field?" he asked. * * * * * [Illustration] Outside, on the open landing field, Verkan Vall glanced up at the sky, then looked at his watch. It had been twenty minutes since he had backed the jeep into the barn, on that distant other time-line; the same delicate lines of white cirrus were etched across the blue above. The constancy of the weather, even across two hundred thousand parayears of perpendicular time, never failed to impress him. The long curve of the mountains was the same, and they were mottled with the same autumn colors, but where the little village of Rutter's Fort stood on that other line of probability, the white towers of an apartment-city rose--the living quarters of the plant personnel. OR DER WAR RIGHT AWAY CALL DARE BAR VERITIME POLICE FIELD AND GIVE THEM MY E T A HAVE AN AIR TAXI MEET ME AND HAVE THE CHIEF NOTIFIED THAT I'M COMING IN EXTRAORDINARY REPORT KEEP A GUARD OVER THE CONVEYOR I THINK I'M GOING TO NEED IT AGAIN SOON HE TURNED A LITTLE RED HEAD YOU WANT TO SHOW ME THE WAY OUT O HERE TO THE ROCKET FIELD HE ASKED OUTSIDE IN THE OPEN LANDING FIELD VERKAN VALL GLANCED UP AT THE SKY THEN LOOKED AT HIS WATCH IT HAD BEEN TWENTY MINUTES SINCE HE BACKED THE JEEP UP INTO HIS BARN ON THAT DISTANT OTHER TIME LINE THE SAME DELICATE LINES OF WHITE CIRRUS WERE EDGED ACROSS THE BLUE ABOVE THE CONSISTENCY OF THE WEATHER EVEN ACROSS TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND PERIL YEARS OF PERPENDICULAR TIME NEVER FAILED TO IMPRESS HIM THE LONG CURVED OF MOUNTAINS WERE THE SAME AND THEY WERE MODELLED WITH THE SAME AUTUMN COLORS BUT WHERE THE LITTLE VILLAGE OF RUDDER'S FORT STOOD ON THE OTHER LINE OF PROBABILITY THESE WHITE TOWERS OF AN APARTMENT CITY ROSE THE LIVING QUARTERS OF THE PLANT PERSONNEL
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