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59174	Holden, Fox B.	Task Mission			.txt	text/plain	9693	793	90	Captain Nicholas Joel stood waiting in his fore-waist bridge; he looked Captain Nicholas Joel watched them, their excitement a visible thing Joel tilted the liquor bottle and one big, clumsy-looking hand poured Joel filled the flagon and emptied it a second time. "Go to hell," Joel said, and poured his flagon half full. "All right, I get your point, Sam," Joel said. In short, it meant Man. Nicholas Joel knew it, and he still hated space. bright and clean, they did not look like part of a city at all, Joel Sam's thin face had a seriousness in it that Joel knew he did not dare "No objections to the artillery this time, I take it, Sam?" Joel Carruthers had the hungry look in his eyes that Joel did not understand. "All right, Sam." Joel got up, put the Bond back in its cabinet; "Why--why couldn't it have been the other way _around_, Sam," Joel said	./cache/59174.txt	./txt/59174.txt