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58670	Walton, Bryce	Dreamer's World			.txt	text/plain	6609	829	90	"Pat!" Greg's hand reached as though she weren't just a three-dim A kind of panic got loose in Greg's brain. Greg felt the physical power flow as he ran. Greg hadn't thought about it at all until Pat had started talking "You what?" Greg stared at the two deadly coiled weapons Drakeson Behind him Greg heard Drakeson's harsh yell. Cowls, Greg thought. occurred to Greg that Pat could go psycho and join them. He felt a little better as the cruiser broke out beyond the Cowl and Greg hardly felt the injection as he tried to think, clarify his Drakeson's hands away from the controls. "So will the Controllers," Greg said. Greg's eyes misted as he brought the cruiser to a half-crash landing. Greg!" Drakeson was framed now by that great cannibal maw. Greg's numbness was filtering away beneath Pat's warm glad eyes. Greg looked at Pat. She smiled.	./cache/58670.txt	./txt/58670.txt