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.Corrections must be going out at the same time to all the other combatmen in space, before and behind him.They were small and invisible—doubly invisible now that the metal rings had been shed.There was no more than an eighth of a pound of metal dispersed through the plastics and ceramics of a combatman's equipment.Radar could never pick them out from among all the interference.They should get through.Jets blasted again, and Dom saw that the stars were turning above his head.Touchdown soon; the tiny radar in his rocket unit had detected a mass ahead and had directed that he be turned end for end.Once this was done he knew that the combat computer would cut free and turn control over to the tiny setdown computer that was part of his radar.His rockets blasted, strong now, punching the supports up against him, and he looked down past his feet at the growing dark shape that occulted the stars.With a roar, loud in the silence, his headphones burst into life.“Went, went—gone hungry.Went, went—gone hungry.”The silence grew again, but in it Dom no longer felt alone.The brief message had told him a lot.Firstly, it was Sergeant Toth's voice; there was no mistaking that.Secondly, the mere act of breaking radio silence showed that they had engaged the enemy and that their presence was known.The code was a simple one that would be meaningless to anyone outside their company.Translated, it said that fighting was still going on but the advance squads were holding their own.They had captured the center section of the hull—always the best place to rendezvous since it was impossible to tell bow from stern in the darkness—and were holding it, awaiting the arrival of the bomb squad.The retrorockets flared hard and long, and the rocket unit crashed sharply into the black hull.Dom jumped free and rolled.IIIAs he came out of the roll, he saw a suited figure looming above him, clearly outlined by the disk of the sun despite his black nonreflective armor.The top of the helmet was smooth.Even as he realized this, Dom was pulling the gropener from its holster.A cloud of vapor sprang out, and the man vanished behind it.Dom was surprised, but he did not hesitate.Handguns, even recoilless ones like this that sent the burnt gas out to the sides, were a hazard in null-G space combat.Guns were not only difficult to aim but either had a recoil that would throw the user back out of position or the gas had to be vented sideways, when they would blind the user for vital moments.A fraction of a second was all a trained combatman needed.As the gropener swung free, Dom thumbed the jet button lightly.The device was shaped like a short sword, but it had a vibrating saw blade where one sharpened edge should be, with small jets mounted opposite it in place of the outer edge.The jets drove the device forward, pulling him after it.As soon as it touched the other man's leg, he pushed the jets full on.As the vibrating ceramic blade speeded up, the force of the jets pressed it into the thin armor.In less than a second, it had cut its way through and on into the flesh of the leg inside.Dom pressed the reverse jet to pull away as vapor gushed out, condensing to ice particles instantly, and his opponent writhed, clutched at his thigh—then went suddenly limp.Dom's feet touched the hull, and the soles adhered.He realized that the entire action had taken place in the time it took him to straighten out from his roll and stand up.…Don't think, act.Training.As soon as his feet adhered, he crouched and turned, looking about him.A heavy power ax sliced by just above his head, towing its wielder after it.Act, don't think.His new opponent was on his left side, away from the gropener, and was already reversing the direction of his ax.A man has two hands.The drillger on his left thigh! Even as he remembered it, he had it in his hand, drill on and hilt-jet flaring.The foot-long, diamond-hard drill spun fiercely—its rotation cancelled by the counter-revolving weight in the hilt—while the jet drove it forward.It went into the Edinburger's midriff, scarcely slowing as it tore a hole in the armor and plunged inside.As his opponent folded, Dom thumbed the reverse jet to push the drillger out.The power ax, still with momentum from the last blast of its jet, tore free of the dying man's hand and vanished into space.There were no other enemies in sight.Dom tilted forward on one toe so that the surface film on the boot sole was switched from adhesive to neutral, then he stepped forward slowly.Walking like this took practice, but he had had that.Ahead was a group of dark figures lying prone on the hull, and he took the precaution of raising his hand to touch the horn on the top of his helmet so there would be no mistakes.This identification had been agreed upon just a few days ago and the plastic spikes glued on [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]