The curly-haired space cadet, his face blackened from the smoke, his lungs crying for fresh air, started across the blast-pitted field, looking for help.But there was none to be had.
As soon as the young cadet had left the smoking area around the wrecked tower, he realized that it was the only section of the small satellite that had suffered attack.Ahead, he could see the prisoners in their white suits crowding around the stabilizer air lock of the invading ship.Tom dropped to his stomach and watched the knot of men.
