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on the Ice

on the Ice on the spur of the moment and pull it off without getting caught.
Fanac! It had to be fanac.
And if you could think like a fan again, Arteria thought, you might figure out where they'd show up next. She smiled wolfishly.
* * *
The response was faint, almost lost in the hiss of static. "Da, we readink, Piranha. Chto khochesh? What want?"
"Thank God. Big Momma, it's cold here. We're going to freeze, all of us. We need heat. Can you give us a microwave spotlight? Have SUNSAT lock one of its projectors onto our transponder frequency and track us across the ice."
"Skazhite. One moment." Alex waited while Big Momma conferred-—probably with the Peace Station chief and the SUNSAT engineer. Sherrine asked him what he was doing and he told her. She and Thor exchanged glances.
"Is that possible?" she asked. "To beam enough microwave energy down to keep us from freezing?"
"Sure."
"It won't be, uh, too much, will it?"
Alex grinned. "I'll have them set it for thaw, not bake.