![]() A wall section shuddered, squealed, pleated itself until there was an opening wide enough for her to edge through. She located the outside palmer, a dullmetal oval freckled with old black paint, slapped her hand against it. ![]() The Gate was shut, there were eyes and heat sensors soldered to the fencewire, melters perched on swivelposts atop the wire… She looked from them to the kiosk. Adelaar angled toward the Gate and stopped before a wooden kiosk painted black with a battered plastic window so scratched by windborne grit it had lost any transparency it had ever had. StarStreet/Prin Daruze/Telffer had a fuel dump, a shipsupply store that from the look of it operated by appointment only, a short stretch of pavement and a very tall fence. She wore her tan hair trimmed close to her head so she could run a comb through it and forget it the wind was teasing it, twisting it into a ragged halo about her face, angering her though she wouldn’t permit her annoyance to show except in the slight deepening of the shallow crows’-feet at the corners of her eyes, large eyes, gentian blue, cold eyes in a face adept at concealing what went on behind it.Īfter twenty minutes of brisk walking, she reached the edge of the field and stepped onto Telffer’s StarStreet. She was short, slight, neatly made, hovering about early middle age with the help of ananile drugs. Except for the diminishing dot that was Treviglio on the flit, nothing but the wind and the grit moved in all that shimmery white glare. She flattened her shoulders, tugged on the case’s tether and started walking, moving with an easy contained stride toward the city ahead. ![]() A brisk wind blew from the distant seashore, dragging with it pungent sea smells (seawrack, dead fish, iodine and brine) it lifted off the ’crete a heavy white grit that it drove hisssssing against half a dozen shuttles and a massive barge, against a battered wreck being stripped for parts, against two tenth-hand stingships snugged close like link-twins, against some ancient flickits gray and vaguely insectile, against Adelaar’s boots in a soft continual patter, against her tan twill trousers, the close-fitting tan twill jacket, against her face, forcing tears from her half-closed eyes. Metacrete, flat, filthy, chalk white, seemed like there were kilometers of it on every side, reaching out to touch the mountains in the west, the blue glitter of the sea in the east, and the long dark line in front of her, the city that serviced this desolation. Adelaar bent over her case and thumbed on the a/g-lift, straightened and looked for some means of transport. To the ground, Treviglio said, what you do after that is your business and by god, she meant it. Sometime round midmorning on the third day of the second week in the spring month Calftime, Nuba Treviglio, Freetrader and free soul, set her ship down on the stretch of metacrete Telffer laughingly calls its star port, discharged one passenger and droned into town on the ship’s flit to see what the world had to offer her.Īdelaar aici Arash watched her leave. Two hours before zeropoint-the meeting of Swardheld Quale and Adelaar aici Arash (from which events will be dated, backward and forward as circumstances warrant). Better to take out the strain and choose the "normal" setting for long journeys.1. Responses on winding roads are sharpened noticeably, though in "S" mode, the TTS bobs and pitches with just a bit too much hyperactivity. Springs and anti-roll bars are also stiffer than on the regular TT. On the TTS, the whole show is further improved by specially modified magnetic variable-rate dampers-iron particles in the oil change its viscosity in the presence of a magnetic field-tuned by a "sport" setting that firms the dampers and also lowers the car by 10 mm (0.39 inch). Handling of the Mk2 TT as launched two years ago is, on all models, way better than the original's, mostly thanks to its new alloy-and-steel spaceframe chassis-commendably light and stiff-and also to its new four-link rear suspension. ![]() The S-tronic gearbox is auto-transmission simple, the steering is light, visibility is surprisingly good for a car that places your backside just a foot or so above the road, and handling is secure in the wet or the dry thanks to the standard quattro four-wheel drive. It's an easy car to drive briskly, always a forte with the TT.
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