12Eric checked the tracking device. “I lost the signal, but I bet he’s down there. He couldn’t have gone much farther.”
Peyton nodded. King turned to Vincent and Steve. “No killing. Apprehend only. Use the pulse cannons if needed, but try the devices Doc gave you first. It’s supposed to knock them out.”
The five of them ran from the airjet to the large metal door. King grabbed the manual opener and started cranking. It groaned under his efforts, but finally began to move. When he’d moved it enough to make an opening to fit Vincent, Steve, and Eric through, he stopped for a breath.
“Heavy SOB,” King reported.
“Especially when you’re out of shape from eating your own food,” Peyton declared. “You’ve put on at least fifty pounds the pulse generator hasn’t been able to keep off you.”
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