In a moment the hum of the radioset told him that their
communications were open. He saw the props of the other flyers starting
to turn, and flicked on his mike.
"They're on the other side of the south range," he said quickly. "She
didn't give me cooerdinates, but I should be able to find the spot. When
we get there, we land away from the city and go in on foot."
Manning's voice came coldly through the radioset: "Are you giving orders
now, Lee?"
"Right now I am, yes! If you want to try going in before reconnoitering,
that's your funeral. They have weapons."
"When we touch ground again I'll take over," Manning said. "Now let's
get going--Lee, you're first."
But Rynason was already starting his run across the field. When he had
some speed he kicked in the rocket booster and fought the little flyer
skyward. When he had caught the air he banked southward and fed the
motors all he had. He didn't look around for the others; he was setting
his own pace.
The mountain range was ten miles to the south; they should be able to
make it in five or six minutes, he figured.
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