on the chute wall

His determination returned in a surge. Bested by a criminal. Not likely.
Then Julius Root had a vision. It might have been the sulphur fumes, stress or even lack of food. But the commander could have sworn Mulch Diggums's features appeared before him, etched in to the rock face. The face was sucking on a cigar & smirking.GHD Precious
Root clambered to his feet, drying sweaty palms on his jumpsuit. The thermals plucked at his limbs like mischievous ghosts.
'Ready to put some distance between us & this soon-to-be hole?' he shouted in to the mike.
'Bet on it, Commander,' responded Holly. 'Soon as they have you back in the hold, we are out of here.'
'OK. Standby.'
Come on, Julius, sniggered the Mulch building. Let's have a look at what you look like splattered against a wall.rosetta stone
Root fired the piton dart from his belt. The titanium head sank basically in to the rock. The commander knew that tiny charges inside the dart would blow out two flanges securing it inside the face. Two metres. Not a great distance to swing on a piton cord. But it wasn't the swing . It was the bone-crushing drop & the dearth of handholds on the chute wall.
'You shut your mouth, convict,' roared the commander. & he jumped, swinging in to the void.
The rock face rushed out to meet him, knocking the breath from his lungs. Root ground his back teeth against the pain. He hoped nothing was broken, because after the Russian trip, he didn't even have magic left to make a daisy bloom, seldom mind heal a fractured rib.
The shuttle's forward lights picked out the laser burns where the LEP tunnel dwarfs had sealed the supply chute. That weld line would be the weak spot. Root slotted the concussor eggs along two indents.rosetta stone software

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