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An Urgent Message
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They had climbed the stairs back into the workshop which was still looking like a very dirty and wet garage.
Henry was waiting, wearing a huge grin, looking straight at Eve. 12-157 and her pups also appeared to be glad -- at least from their behavior -- running in circles around her.
With a deafening roar, something large and black arrived outside the street entrance. All of the dogs raced outside and began barking at the hovering ship. Henry, Eve and Albany walked more slowly into the flying debris.
"Commander, we've received an urgent message from the Station. SS-971 will be in orbit in three hours," said the pilot through the ship's external loudspeakers.
With a sigh, Albany said, "See you next time, Henry. I've obviously got to go."
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