"Looka that, Billy," Coop roared with delight, pointing. "Man, we have come home!"
yatt smiled very tightly, changed the magnification quickly to cover the whole throng around them.
"No trouble?"
"Nope," Coop said. "Air's good, too. Thin, but practically pure oxygen. Who's first to go out?"
"Me," Wyatt said, for obvious reasons. He would not be missed.
No one argued with him. Coop was smiling as Wyatt armed himself. Then he warned Wyatt to leave that cute little brown-eyed doll alone.
Wyatt went out.
The air was clear and cool. There was a faint breeze stirring the leaves around him, and Wyatt listened momentarily to the far bell-calls of birds. This would be the last time he would ever go out like this, to walk upon an unknown world. He waited for some time by the airlock before he went forward.