We could adjust the helmets and start the motors all within a few seconds.
"I'm ready, Gregg."
"Come on, then. Let me go first."
I had the bullet projector in an outer pouch of the suit where I could instantly reach it. This was more rational; we had a fighting chance now. The fear which had swept me began to recede.
"We'll climb the tower to the signal room," I whispered. "Do it boldly."
We stepped from the cubby. Potan was not in sight; perhaps he was on the further deck beyond the central cabin structure.
On the deck, we were immediately accosted. This was different—our appearance in the Erentz suits!
"Where are you going?" This fellow spoke in Martian.
I answered in English, "Up there."
He stood before us, towering over me. I saw a group of nearby workers stop to regard us. In a moment we would be causing a commotion, and it was the last thing I desired.