Star Surgeon

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The shuttle plane from the port of Philadelphia to Hospital Seattle had already gone when Dal Timgar arrived at the loading platform, even though he had taken great pains to be at least thirty minutes early for the boarding.

“You’ll just have to wait for the next one,” the clerk at the dispatcher’s desk told him unsympathetically. “There’s nothing else you can do.”

“But I can’t wait,” Dal said. “I have to be in Hospital Seattle by morning.” He pulled out the flight schedule and held it under the clerk’s nose. “Look there! The shuttle wasn’t supposed to leave for another forty-five minutes!”

The clerk blinked at the schedule, and shrugged. “The seats were full, so it left,” he said. “Graduation time, you know. Everybody has to be somewhere else, right away. The next shuttle goes in three hours.”

“But I had a reservation on this one,” Dal insisted.

“Don’t be silly,” the clerk said sharply. “Only graduates can get reservations this time of year—” He broke off to stare at Dal Timgar, a puzzled frown on his face. “Let me see that reservation.”

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