Ray C. Noll

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Ray C. Noll Flight Perilous!

Wearing only one boot, the other demagnetized, Bleck probably was only beginning to analyze how he was dying when he sailed the length of the control room. His free boot dented the bulkhead and rang against the floor. The boot attached to his foot was hidden under the mixture of sodden clothes and shattered limbs that clung wetly to the bulkhead and began oozing toward the outside of the centrifuge.
For the ship was now gyrating tightly, the stars parading endlessly past the ports. Coming out of shock, strangely, was what bothered Hiller most, the merry-go-rounding.
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Ray C. Noll A Fine Fix

Bridget had her hand on the door, but instead of opening it, paused. "The pilot would have to trust me." Her eyes darkened, widened, split Grant emotionally down the middle. He could understand, for an instant when he let himself, how a man could be inveigled to do anything for a woman.
"Yeah," he said. "A pilot like that might be hard to find. I'll see what I can do."
As he walked toward the hangars, he heard the office door close softly behind him.
At the engineering conference after supper Grant had never seen General Morrison looking quite that old.
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Ray C. Noll Flight Perilous!

Starlight seeped through the punctured hull around the control chamber. The air supply had long since whistled into space. What ship atmosphere that was salvaged had been piped into the suits and rationed among the men.
They had circumnavigated the Inner Belt after plotting a course back to Earth. Hollender's computations presented them with a rough chance of making it before the air would no longer maintain their life processes.
But it had not worked out. The Earth was yet a bright star in the front ports when the coughing began, when the function of respiration became painful labor.
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