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Show Flying - 134 jab for the face and hit him in the belly with the right as hard as possible, duck and get the hell out of there. John Henry catches a punch on the shoulder as he backs off and the pain is shocking. His whole left arm is numb and throbbing. Tovar still stands like a wooden Indian. Undamaged. Unbruised. This will not do. Something wrong here. No way out, however. Nothing to do but try again and hope for the best. There has to be some way to hurt him. Not hurt; I don't want to do that. But to end this thing with dignity. If I could knock him out with one clean punch, and then help him up and shake hands. "What's the matter with you people down there in Systems Control? I asked you for a status report on all circuits by teletype ten minutes ago. Where the hell is it?" "I'm sorry, sir," says John Henry. "We're very busy. I'll get the report to you as soon as I can." "What's the matter with right now?" says the voice on the other end of the telephone nastily. "I can't get to it for a few minutes, sir. I'm in the middle of charting some reports." "Now you listen to me," says the voice. "This is Captain Black speaking. You stop giving me excuses and get that report moving right now." John Henry holds the receiver away from his ear and |