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22462	Lande, Irving W.	Slingshot			.txt	text/plain	4972	406	90	Captain Paul Coulter, commanding Space Fighter 308, 58th Squadron, 33rd wasn't right, a ship might be invisible at half a mile. lazy, crinkly kind of smile, like Christmas lights going on one by one. There wasn't going to be any Moon station until one time power changed hands, but he'd been hearing that one for years. Twenty-nine years old, and he was starting to feel like an old man. Each time he got back, it faded away, and all he remembered the automatics in, turning the ship ninety degrees to her course in one the plume told him the other ship was still heading back toward Earth, Paul was wondering about the men on the other ship--whether any of them rocket that could chase them, with the bomb for a head. Then after we got away from station, Ah Paul remembered the time he had walked into the Muroc Base Officer's	./cache/22462.txt	./txt/22462.txt