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29940	Reynolds, Mack	Dogfight—1973			.txt	text/plain	1034	110	92	took the chance that it was most likely an Ivar Interceptor, at that speed, and punched out a temporary evasion pattern with my right hand while with my left I snapped an Ivar K-12 card into my calculator along He was near enough now for my visor screen to pick him up. new calculator that was far and beyond anything our techs were turning I could tell he'd anticipated me by the Bong-Sonic roll he slipped I quickly punched up a new pattern based on the little material I had in was a pass, took a chance on that and punched it in. time like this. had no time to punch up an improvisation. To the left of my cubicle two lights went yellowish and at the same time Then I got to my feet and wearily opened the door of my cubicle. "I don't know," I said.	./cache/29940.txt	./txt/29940.txt