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Collins swung the hammer with as much force as he could muster in his awkward position and then the three men hit the valve together, pulling and tugging and clawing at it with the frenzy and the strength of men who see death Staring them icily in the face. The valve moved. With numbing fingers, they spun it until it would move no more. Then Collins and Owens grasped the handle. Together they heaved with all their strength. Nothing happened. The stars seemed to creep nearer— They pulled again, despair lending strength to their numb muscles. Collins gasped, his heart pounding in his throat. Had it moved? Was it frozen? Therewith a sudden, Silent explosion the airlock door puffed outward. The men held on and then moved into the small air lock one by one, almost completely filling it. Coughing for breath and numb with cold, they sealed the outer door again and went to work on the inner one. Collins tasted blood in his throat and a dead whiteness was washing over his brain. This time, it was easier. The inner door burst open as the ship’s air rushed into the air lock and then Collins led his men into the ship. Instantly, without waiting even to look around them, the men ripped off each other’s helmets and gulped in great drafts of heady air Never before in the lives of any of them had air tasted so sweet; never before had they fully realized the ecstasy of breathing. When he had partially recovered, Collins secured a synthetic torch from Renaldo’s pack and coaxed it into flame. Light leaped out, blinding his eyes, and the room Jumped into sharp relief. Owens had not lied. Collins felt something that might have been tears start to his eyes as he looked around him. They were alone in the engine room. Collins rallied his mind, still somewhat stunned from Its brush with an unfamiliar Outside, and set to work. The first requirement was safety and he floated across the chamber and checked the after door. It was closed, but unlocked. He CORniclooo SS (SO)