"What will we do with the helmets?" Anita demanded. "Leave them here?"
"No—take them with us. I'm not going to get separated from them; it's too dangerous."
"We'll look strange going up to that signal room equipped like this," she commented.
"I can't help it. We'll figure out something to explain it."
She stood before me, a queer-looking little figure in the now deflated, bagging suit with her slim neck and head protruding above the metal circle of its collar.
"Carry your helmet, Anita. I'll take mine."
We could adjust the helmets and start the Erentz 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 so suddenly began to recede. I was calm.