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doc#146 | bartender absently polished a glass. Looking | the | setup over, Stevens started coolly for |
doc#147 | skill of Donovan. </p><p> Greg's mission was | the | last to leave, and as he circled the ships |
doc#147 | halfway up their slopes. Underneath him | the | sea was a dark and muddied gray. Water |
doc#147 | ahead of them, the relief was as great as if | the | sun had come out. He spread the flight |
doc#147 | Greg made his decision. </p><p> He pushed | the | radio button. "Sweeney Blue, hit the deck |
doc#147 | sure first". Greg had the stick forward and | the | throttle up before he heard the two "Rogers |
doc#147 | enemy. The shapes were unmistakable and | the | Rising Suns were showing up, slightly brighter |
doc#147 | gun camera and gun sight. The circle with | the | dot in the center showed up yellow on the |
doc#147 | thought. </p><p> With the rapid rate of closure, | the | approach from below, the side, and ahead |
doc#148 | pair of sparkling eyes were waiting around | the | next corner. The very faces of the people |