Pump, FIRE, Pump, FIRE, Pump was DeWite's whole
existence. Another figure crumpled,
spouting blood. Then the bullets ripped
into DeWite. Blood flowed like a fire
hose. FIRE—DeWite
could no longer stand, even in one-sixth gravity. He sank to the floor and died in a puddle of
his blood that was boiling and freezing simultaneously.
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