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environmentally suitable position—either a planet or the hold of a rescue

ship—whereupon it would blow the hatch fastenings and crawl out. But there are

no hatch fastenings that I can see and the rim structure surrounding the

hatches, if that is what they are, would not allow them to be blown open.

Neither can they be opened inward because the diameter of the inner, pressurized

hull is much smaller than that of the endplates.”

Fletcher shook his head in bafflement and ended, “I’m sorry, Doctor. Right now I

can see no way for you to get to your survivor without cutting its ship apart.

What I need is another piece of this jigsaw puzzle to examine, a broken piece

which will let me see how the other undamaged pieces were put together.”

There was silence for a few seconds, during which Prilicla trembled in sympathy

with the Captain’s embarrassment, then Murchison spoke.

“I would like to examine a broken piece as well,” she said quietly.

“Specifically, a piece containing a nonsurvivor which would let me see how our

survivor is put together.”

Con way turned to Dodds. “Are there many pieces which look as if they had been

broken up?”

“A few,” replied the astrogator. “Most of the traces give

sensor readings similar to the first piece. That is, a vehicle of similar mass

retaining internal pressure and containing a small power source. All of the

pieces, including the few damaged ones, are at extreme sensor range. It is a

long way to go on impulse drive, but if we jumped through hyperspace we would

probably overshoot.”

“How many pieces altogether?” asked Nelson.

“Twenty-three solid traces so far,” said Dodds, “plus a few masses of what

appears to be loose, structural debris. There is also one largish mass,

unpressurized and radioactive, which I’d guess was part of a power center.”

From its position on the ceiling, Prilicla said, “If I might make a suggestion,

and if Major Nelson is willing to interrupt his survey mission… ?”

Nelson laughed suddenly and the other Corps officers pres­ent smiled. With great

feeling he went on, “There isn’t a scout-ship crew on survey duty anywhere in

the Galaxy who would not rather be doing something, anything, else! You only

have to ask and give me half an excuse for accepting, Doctor.”

“Thank you, friend Nelson,” said the empath with a slow tremor of pleasure. “My

suggestion is that Rhabwar and Tyrell act independently to seek out other

survivors and return them to this area, using tractor beams if the distance is

short enough for impulse drive or by extending the hyperspace envelopes to

include them if a Jump is necessary. My empathic faculty enables me to identify

sections containing living occupants and, because of the large mass of these

beings, Doctor Krach-Yul and Nurse Naydrad should accompany me to assist with

treat­ment, should this be possible. Pathologist Murchison and you, friend

Conway, are well able to identify living casualties by more orthodox means if

the ship’s sensors are uncertain.

“This will halve the time needed to search for other survi­vors,” Prilicla ended

apologetically, “even though the period will still be a lengthy one.”

Tyrell’s medical officer spoke for the first time, its whining and barking

speech translating as “1 always assumed that a space rescue by ambulance ship

would be a fast, dramatic, and decisive operation. This one appears to be

disappointingly slow.”

“1 agree, Doctor,” said Conway. “We need help if this job is not to take months

instead of a few days. Not one scoutship

but a flotilla, or better yet a squadron of them to search the entire—”

Captain Nelson began to laugh, then broke off when he saw that Conway was

serious. He said, “Doctor, I’m just a major in the Monitor Corps and so is

Captain Fletcher. We haven’t got the rank to whistle up a flotilla of scoutships

no matter how much you think we need them. All we can do is explain the

situation and put in a very humble request.”

Fletcher looked at his fellow Captain and opened his mouth to speak, then

changed his mind.

Conway smiled and said, “I am a civilian, Captain, with no rank at all. Or

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