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a bandage." He started tearing away the syn¬thetic cloth. "Or better yet, a tourniquet."
"No." Androv glanced at his arm and grimaced. "There's not—"
"You're going on adrenaline right now, my friend. But when the shock wears off . . ." He looked around the inte¬rior of the module, but there was nothing to cut with, so he just ripped away a large portion of Androv's sleeve and parted the material. A savage furrow was sliced across his bicep.
"I don't want you to pass out." He tore a section of the sleeve into a strip and then, struggling with his heavy gloves, began binding it above the wound. The hangar was still bedlam, people running and yelling on every side, alarms sounding. As he was finishing the tourniquet, Eva came bounding up the metal steps carrying her Zenith. They were ready.
Androv quickly secured the door and activated the con¬trols. Through a smoke-smeared

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