The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
But the senior pilot among all the rebels, Red Five, was expectantly cool andconfident—though it didn't sound like it from what he murmured half to himself: "Nodoubt about it, this is going to be some trick." Unexpectedly, all defensive fire from the surrounding emplacements ceased.An eerie quiet clung to the trench as the surface continued to blur past the skimmingY-wings. "What's this?" Red Two blurted, looking around worriedly. "They stopped.Why?" "I don't like it," growled Red Leader. But there was noting to confuse theirapproach now, no energy bolts to avoid. It was Pops who was first to properly evaluate this seeming aberration on theenemy's part. "Stabilize your rear deflectors now. Watch for enemy fighters." "You pinned it, Pops," Red Leader admitted, studying a readout. "Here theycome. Three marks at two-ten."
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The Abduction of Psyche
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