“Talk you in?”
“That’s right. My instruments are obsolete.”
“Great Halstead! What else?”
“I have an Ion drive. Plus two radioactive.”
“Oh no!—And you still want to come in?”
“I have to. My passenger’s in shock. She’s going to have a baby.”
“All right—I’ll try to get you down in one piece.”
“Have an ambulance ready,” Kennon said.
Kennon lowered the Egg through the overcast. Ground control picked him up smoothly and took him down as though it had been rehearsed. The Egg touched down in the radioactive area of the port. Decontamination jets hissed, sluicing the ship to remove surface contamination.
“Ochsner! what sort of a ship is that?” Ground Control’s startled voice came over the annunciator.