Excerpt
Han Solo
drove his swoop into the weather station's giant emission cylinder.
The pursuing craft hung back a moment, then followed.
"Stay
gripped!" he called to the woman behind him, jockeying the swoop to face
his enemies. They scattered, then dropped onto his tail again, ready
to trap him at the cylinder's far end.
Han speeded
up once more. The end of the emission cylinder was swinging, first
revealing and then concealing meter-and-a-half-wide openings in the gridwork.
The opening Han had selected expanded before him as he drove toward it.
There was a terrible moment of doubt . . . then the gridwork passed him
like a shadow, and they were in the open.
He took
a quick look behind. Pieces of wreckage were raining slowly toward
the ground; one of his pursuers had tried to emulate him and failed . .
.