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LESSON-1-2
LESSON-3
LESSON-4.1
LESSON-4.2
LESSON-5.1
LESSON-5.2
LESSON-6.1
LESSON-6.2
LESSON-7.1
LESSON-7.2
LESSON-7.3
LESSON-8
LESSON-9
LESSON-10.1
LESSON-10.2
LESSON-11
LESSON-12
LESSON-13.1
LESSON-13.2
LESSON-14
LESSON-15.1
LESSON-15.2
Contraception
The Sex Life of the Gods. Michael Knerr. CHAPTER-1
CHAPTER-2-3
CHAPTER-4
CHAPTER-5-6
CHAPTER-7-8
CHAPTER-9-10
CHAPTER-11-12
CHAPTER-13-14
CHAPTER-15-16
CHAPTER-17-18-19

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

 

 

Lors dashed down the hallway into the main corridor, passing the limp 

body of the doctor and the young spacer who had been on duty at the 

desk. Apparently, Brice had come into the place fast, swinging the 

auto-rifle like it was a club. Both of the men were unconscious, but 

there was no blood in sight. 

 

"Crazy fool," Lors said aloud and slammed the door as he dashed into the 

corridor. 

 

Brice was running blindly. 

 

"Brice! Stop!" Lors fired the auto-pistol over the fleeing man's head. 

 

Brice stopped and whirled, dropping to one knee to bring up the rifle he 

carried. He snapped off a fast burst and Lors dived across the polished 

corridor to hug the wall. He landed, rolling, his pistol zeroed on the 

Terran, but he couldn't bring himself to shoot. 

 

Nolan Brice, however, had no scruples about shooting at Lors. He fired 

continually, cursing as the bullets missed. Beyond the Terran, Lors 

could see four other spacers running down the hall toward Brice. One of 

them fired. 

 

Brice whirled, spotted them, and brought up his rifle. The gunfire, in 

the emptiness of the hall, sounded like a machinegun being fired in a 

cave. Lors saw a spacer slam backwards, rolling crazily from the impact 

of the bullet that Brice had triggered. 

 

The Terran was hunched over in a crouch, like an old gunfighter, 

shooting from the hip. Suddenly he jerked to his feet, spun crazily in 

two directions at once and fell flopping to the floor. The auto-rifle 

clattered as he let it fall. 

 

Lors came slowly to his feet and shoved his gun back into its holster; 

then he walked over to where Brice was staring at the ceiling through 

unseeing eyes. It was a damned shame, but he had brought it on himself. 

One of the spacers looked at him. 

 

"Are you all right, sir?" 

 

Lors nodded. 

 

"Is he a spacer?" One of them asked, looking at the uniform. 

 

"An escaped Terran," Lors said, then he remembered that Danson was 

probably down at the hangar. "Don't jettison this body until I give you 

the orders. Put it in quick freeze." 

 

"Yes, sir," the spacer said. 

 

But Lors was already on his way down the corridor. He could do nothing 

for Brice now ... perhaps it had even been a good thing. The shooting 

would have drawn most of the high ranking officers toward the end of the 

ship, leaving a comparatively clear space between him and the hangar. He 

hoped that the doctor would stay out for awhile. 

 

As the Terrans said, they weren't out of the woods yet. 

 

He found a vacant elevator and took it down to the hangar level. As the 

door whirled open, he raced into the corridor, nearly upsetting a 


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