Thunder belted the delta-wave topography, and several dunes collapsed like bullet-path brain damage. The thunder ripped Billy Shapiro’s head open and for a moment he was torn both ways, ripped, torn down the middle— Then he was up on his feet. “Ship!” he screamed. “Holy fuck! Ship! Ship! SHIP!”
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He choked, vomited, then drank again. Dud and the captain watched him closely. The androids clittered. At last Shapiro wiped his mouth and sat up. He felt both sick and well. “You Shapiro?” the captain asked.
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Excellent Montoya raised the pistol. The gesture was apparently two-thirds casual and one-third careless, but Shapiro, even in his state of near-panic, noted the way Montoya’s head tilted to one side as he lined the barrel up.
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There was a buzz from the captain’s dashboard. “I’m here.” “This is Gomez, Cap. We got a situation here. Compscan and surface telemetry show us a very unstable surface. There’s no bedrock that we can targ.
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“Yeah.” Rand’s eyes were still roaming the sand sea, out to the limiting line of the horizon and then coming back again. It was too bad about Grimes. Grimes was dead. Grimes was now nothing but large chunks and small chunks in the aft storage compartment.
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