Now Yuri Andreevich Androv was approaching, clasping his right arm.
"We've got to get him fixed," Vance said briskly, looking him over, "put on a tourniquet."
"Think he can still fly?"
"I say we make him fly."
With his left hand Androv peeled back his helmet visor and kissed Eva. "Spacebo," he said in Russian, "you did what I would have done if I'd had a weapon. But now I don't know what—"
"How's your arm?" Vance cut in. "We've got to make a decision right now. When the reinforcements arrive, it's game over. One little Uzi won't handle their firepower."
Androv frowned. "Can you fly?"
"Never handled anything bigger than a Lear," Vance replied. "And then only as copilot."
It didn't seem to matter. Androv glanced at the open door of the Personnel Module and motioned to them.
"Then come on. Let's hurry." Now he was searching the hangar. Finally he spotted the man he wanted.