Irving Lande - Slingshot

Once he had his papers, he started to get excited about it. As he cleaned up his paper work and packed his musette, his hands were fumbling, and his mind was full of Sylvia.

The vastness of Muroc Base was as incredible as ever. Row on uncounted row of neat buildings, each resting at the top of its own hundred-yard deep elevator shaft. A pulsing, throbbing city, dedicated to the long slow struggle to get into space and stay there. The service crew eyed them with studied indifference, as they writhed out of the small hatch and stepped to the ground. They drew a helijet at operations, and headed immediately for Los Angeles.

Kovacs had been impressed when Paul asked if he’d care to room together while they were on leave. He was quiet on the flight, as he had been on the way down, listening contentedly, while Paul talked combat and women with Bob Parandes, another pilot going on leave.

They parked the helijet at Municipal Field and headed for the public PV booths, picking up a coterie of two dogs and five assorted children on the way. The kids followed quietly in their wake, ecstatic at the sight of their uniforms.

Paul squared his shoulders, as befitted a hero, and tousled a couple of uncombed heads as they walked. The kids clustered around the booths, as Kovacs entered one to locate a hotel room, and Paul another, to call Sylvia.

“Honey, I’ve been so scared you weren’t coming back. Where are you? When will I see you? Why didn’t you write?…” She sputtered to a stop as he held up both hands in defense.

“Whoa, baby. One thing at a time. I’m at the airport. You’ll see me tonight, and I’ll tell you the rest then. That is, if you’re free tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that. Are you free?”

Her hesitation was only momentary. “Well, I was going out—with a girl friend. But she’ll understand. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath. “I’d like to get out of the city for a few days, where we can take things easy and be away from the crowds. And there is another guy I’d like to bring along.”

“We could take my helijet out to my dad’s cottage at— What did you say? ”

It was a ticklish job explaining about Kovacs, but when she understood that he just wanted to do a friend a favor, and she’d still have Paul all to herself, she calmed down. They made their arrangements quickly, and switched off.

He hesitated a minute before he called Marge. She was quite a dish to give up. Once she’d seen him with Sylvia, he’d be strictly persona non grata —that was for sure. It was an unhappy thought. Well, maybe it was in a good cause. He shrugged and called her.

She nearly cut him off when she first heard his request, but he did some fast talking. The idea of several days at the cottage intrigued her, and when he described how smitten Kovacs had been, she brightened up and agreed to come. He switched off, adjusted the drape of his genuine silk scarf, and stepped out of the booth.

Kovacs and the kids were waiting. The armament officer had apparently been telling them of Paul’s exploits. They glowed with admiration. The oldest boy, about eleven, had true worship in his eyes. He hesitated a moment, then asked gravely: “Would you tell us how you kill a Red, sir?”

Paul eyed the time-honored weapon that dangled from the youngster’s hand. He bent over and tapped it with his finger. His voice was warm and confiding, but his eyes were far away.

“I think next we’re going to try a slingshot,” he said.

Transcriber’s Note:

This etext was produced from Astounding Science Fiction November 1955. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.

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