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't move on to something new and challenging, then we'll drift into extinction. You've heard this all dozens of times; I won't dwell on it further." Ram stood, paced, and turned his head to keep Brad in sight as he paced and reversed direction. Brad's eyes fixed on the view tank and stayed there. There was nothing new in Ram's words, so far. "Slingshot schedules are in their most critical phase. We have a launch window for the Extractor. It's not much of a window. If we miss it, Slingshot fails. It's that simple. The launch cannot be aborted; there'll be no second chance. People across the system, by the millions, are committed to the schedule. You, and your crew now serve in that legion." "What's going on here?" Brad cut in. "Are you telling me we've been pressed into this job with no choice of our own?" His anger showing, Brad thumbed over his shoulder toward the entryway, then at his chest. "Tell me, Ram," Brad demanded, "how did it happen that we six, three men and three women, are here at this time for this purpose?" "We'll get to that in time." Ram said, "I've reviewed your trial record, but I'd like to hear it from you -- straight. What happened?" Brad stared at Ram for several seconds, obviously making up his mind. Finally, he shrugged, and contemplated his hands. "Well, then you know I was Captain of a space freighter," he began. "My job was to transport high-mass mining equipment, ores and refined stuff between Mercury, Venus and Luna. "When this mess happened, we were Luna-bound with a full load of worn out track-layers, rock-crushers, drill robots, filters and other tools in the forward and aft storage bays, and ingots well-secured in stress-certified compartments. The ship was at capacity, but within legal limits. Mass and balance had been certified by Space Traffic Control before they cleared us from Venus orbit. The ship was in order. "We were only about twenty-million kay from the Luna Space Traffic Control Zone, but still in max drive. Plenty of time to kick-in vector and deceleration programs." Brad paused, shifted position, rubbed his jaws, sighed deeply, glanced sideways at Xindral and, his voice tighter, continued. "That's when that strung-out jock in a space-buggy took us on for a game of 'chicken'. "The buggy was a single-seater, tiny, barely ten meters bow to stern, but the way she whipped around us, it was plain to my duty officer that she was charged b
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