"Let me go in and survey the damage," Lt. Chandler said.
"That's my job," Major Winship said. "I've got to go in anyway." He lumbered through the airlock and stepped into the total darkness through the razor-edge curtain.
"I see it glowing, still," he said. "It's almost as bad in here as out there, now. I guess it's okay. Come on. Let's bumble around finding the air bottles for the suits and get over there before I'm a boiled lobster. Not only is my reefer out, so's my light."
"Coming."
An air of urgency began to accumulate.
"What are we going to do with him? It's a half-hour run over there."
"Think you can make it, Charlie?"
"I'm damned well hot."
"Charlie, come out here. In the car. Skip, you get the bottles. You drive."
Major Winship came out. "Lay down in back," Capt. Wilkins said. "Les, you lay down beside him. I'll lay on top of him. I think we can shield him pretty good that way."