“BLAAAT! BLAAAT!” The alarm trilled gently in Bill's ear. “Burrrp! Blunnk! Bzzzzz!” He sat bolt upright and grabbed for the controls of his turret before he remembered where he was. Then he reminded himself that, no matter what else could be said against the neutron mine, no one was trying to kill him here. He sighed, stretched, and leaned back against the extruded plasticrete pillow. “Blaaat! Blaaat! Blaaat!” Bill reached out and dealt a mighty blow to the alarm. The plastic...rete alarm ignored the blow. Rubbing his hand, Bill had no choice remaining other than to get up. The alarm shut off automatically. Bill stumbled out into the living room of the suite and sat heavily on the couch. “Ow!” He shifted position to rub his butt. Sid or Sam came out of his room, already through with the sonic shower and struggling with his cleansuit.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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