Where I Wasn't Going Part 22
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"It ought to take care of the plastic at least, then."
"Go right through it. You gonna laser Hot Rod?"
"No. Just the anchor tubes that hold the mirror; and maybe a slash through the nitrogen tank at the back. Here, make me a bracket to fit these two things together, so I can see what I'm aiming at." He handed the theodolite telescope and the laser milling-head to Paul.
"How much of the machine do I have to take to power that milling-head?" he asked Tombu.
"Oh, most of it's just control circuits. This box on the back is the power supply. Plugs right in to s.h.i.+p's power."
"Hey!" Mike called over to Paul now busy constructing a bracket. "Make that bracket to hold this power supply, too. Oh, and round me up about sixty feet of extension cord, Tombu."
"But, Mike, how are you going to get out there?" Millie's voice was concerned. "They've probably got men all over the place out here on the rim. If you try to go through the corridor towards an emergency lock, they'll have you sure with their needle guns. You heard Elbertson delegate three men to kill you!"
"I expect I can find a place where they aren't." And picking up the Security radio from the intercom bench, he turned it on and spoke into it.
"Elbertson, this is Mike Blackhawk. You now have twenty minutes to surrender," and he cut off.
Mike turned to Tombu. "Get me some plastic wrapping material.
Preferably a plastic bag. I've got to make this stuff waterproof."
When the power supply, telescope, milling head and extension cord were rigged and carefully wrapped in plastic to make a waterproof package, he attached them with a shoulder rope.
"Too bad we didn't make a lock in the wall right here," he muttered.
"But I don't suppose the Security guards will be guarding those empty labs over in the R-12 sector. Guess I'm going for a swim now." And with that, Mike reached down and carefully removed the inspection plate from one of the floor tanks, and lowered himself over the edge into the racing waters.
Hanging there with one hand, he carefully pulled his plastic bag into position beside and slightly behind his body, and let go. Instantly he was sucked away into the subdued blue fluorescent-lighted glow of the waters of the rim.
"Glad they figured these planktons need light," he thought to himself.
"I'd have a time finding where I'm going in the dark."
Forty-five seconds later, he reached up and s.n.a.t.c.hed at a pa.s.sing hand-hold, next to a plate marked with the numbers of the lab he sought.
Wrenching the handle of the inspection plate and pus.h.i.+ng it free, he climbed out into the deserted lab; made his way out into the corridor, his unwieldy package hanging to his shoulder and runlets of water making a trail behind him--and stepped into the nearby emergency lock.
In the lock he quickly donned one of the emergency s.p.a.cesuits that hung there, gathered up his bundle again, and stepped out on the catwalk of the inner part of the rim, under the brilliant night sky at the moment, but turning towards its "sunrise." He opened his plastic package.
"Major Elbertson," he said, turning on the Security radio, "you now have five minutes to surrender."
Attaching his suit to the guideline nearby, part of the rim's "hairnet," he crept out over the inside edge of the rim. From this position he had a full view of the glowing bubble that was Hot Rod for the few seconds until the movement of the rim took him past the "sunrise" point and turned him sunwards.
Last time Mike had been out on the rim, the wheel had not been turning. There'd been no reference of up and down, other than the rim itself as an oddly curved floor. Now he felt disoriented. The wheel was spinning, the hub, therefore, seemed "up." And from the edge of the rim where he clung to its hairnet, all directions were down.
The stars seemed to sweep beneath his feet and over his head; and though it was a slow pattern, only twice as fast as the crawl of a second hand around the face of a clock, it was, nevertheless, disorienting.
Bracing himself carefully into the net, with his back wedged firmly against the rim, he adjusted his bizarre "gun" to rest on his knees so that he could sight in the direction that was, to his body's senses, straight down.
Not at all, he thought, like trying to shoot fish in a barrel. More like being the fish and trying to shoot the people outside the barrel.
Back in the shadow again. Not really shadow where he sat, but the rim around him, below him, and curving away from him, had disappeared in its brief nightside, and there came Hot Rod again. Carefully he tracked it; then putting his eye to the scope he focused briefly on one of the high-pressure supporting tubes that formed the rigid structure from which the aiming mirror was held in place.
And fired.
The tube burst, noiselessly but quite spectacularly. And the mirror itself shuddered shook, as the tube's gases escaped.
Now he was in bright sunlight again, quickly closing his eyes as the sun itself looked full into his vision, and slowly pa.s.sed to be following by Earth, to be followed by a blank stretch of starry s.p.a.ce, and here again was Hot Rod.
Carefully he tracked another of the supporting tubes.
And fired.
And again a spectacular, writhing collapse--and this time, the mirror fell free, supported by only two tubes, and permanently out of focus, incapable of aiming the monster beam.
This time, Hot Rod was definitely secure from the misapplication of Security.
"Three minutes," he spoke into the radio. "Your weapon is dead. My next shot will be through the nitrogen tank at your air-lock. I wouldn't advise you to be there."
The wheel turned once more, as the radio came alive from the other end.
"Mr. Blackhawk, do you realize that what you are doing const.i.tutes mutiny in s.p.a.ce and will be dealt with accordingly on Earth? I have officially taken control of Hot Rod at the command of my superiors in the new U.N. Security Control Command."
Mike didn't bother to answer. As the wheel turned him towards Hot Rod again, he said into the radio, "Two minutes."
Elbertson's voice came again. "With this new weapon we control Earth.
Don't you realize that you can't stand up against the new people's government of Earth?"
The wheel came around. Mike replied: "One minute."
The lock on the Hot Rod control room opened. Frantic tiny figures burst forth, activated scuttlebugs, and started on the five-mile trek back towards the big wheel.
Mike worked his way back through the clinging net to the catwalk, failing completely to see the tiny figure that dodged beneath the rim as he approached.
Glancing around he carefully scanned over the entire inner rim before stepping out into the sunlight of the catwalk itself. Nothing.
Then a blink caught his eye, and he glanced up toward the observatory.
There. In the observatory.
He thought for a minute it was someone signaling, but it was only a touch of sunlight on the s.h.i.+ny surface of the automatic tracking telescope, which was poked out of the open shutters of the airless observatory, still doing its automatic job of recording solar phenomena in the absence of the astronomers.
Instead of re-entering the lock as he had intended, Mike linked his safety line to one of the service lines that lay along the nearest spoke, and kicked up it.
On Earth, he could have jumped maybe four feet with that motion. But here, it carried him the full distance to the outer wall of the hub-s.h.i.+elding tank, where he grasped another line, quickly transferred his safety line, and began working his way toward the observatory.
As the intersection of the rim where Mike had been pa.s.sed into darkness, another figure moved and jumped up the same line he had taken. But this Mike did not notice.
Reaching the bulge at the end of the s.h.i.+elding tank and crawling up over it, Mike made his way up, at an odd reversed angle, through the netting; and into the observatory dome through its open shutter.
Where I Wasn't Going Part 22
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