"Either will get us blasted if we happen into the
wrong vector now. So--what do we do?"
"We find out what the plague really is," Dane said and meant every word
of it.
"How?" Ali inquired. "Through some of Craig's magic?"
Dane was forced to answer with the truth. "I don't know yet--but it's our
only chance."
Rip rubbed his eyes wearily. "Don't think I'm disagreeing--but just
where do we start? We've already combed Frank's quarters and Kosti's--we
cleaned out the hydro--"
"Those tri-dee shots of the hydro--have you checked them yet?" Dane
countered.
Without a word Ali arose and left the cabin. He came back with a
microfilm roll. Fitting it into the large projector he focused it on the
wall and snapped the button.
They were looking at the hydro--down the length of space so accurately
recorded that it seemed they might walk straight into it. The greenery of
the plants was so vivid and alive Dane felt that he could reach out and
pluck a leaf. Inch by inch he examined those ranks, looking for something
which was not in order, had no right to be there.
The long shot of the hydro as it had been merged into a series of
sectional groupings.
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