Jason had to install the engine before he and his crew plummeted back to the ground.

    He worked as fast as he could, but wearing the bulky suit hampered his movement. He was restricted by the vice-like grip of the crane that was holding him in place. But they were too close to the earth to remove the crane. Earth’s gravity field would still affect Jason even though he was high up in orbit.

    He pulled and tugged at the old engine, but it would not come out. It was welded in place by the heat of constant use.

    He tried very hard to pull it out. He heaved. He hoed. He tried with all his might. It began to slip, come out, inch by inch by inch. Until finally it came out in his hands. He threw it to his companions.

    Now to install the new engine…

    Jason placed the new engine in its socket. Then he placed on the cover. He pulled out his screwdriver to secure the cover. He felt exhausted from the work, and sore from the grip of the crane. He continued to work.

    All of a sudden he saw a Russian rocket zooming by. He could feel the aileron hit his helmet and suddenly the crane became unstable. He fell.

    Jason hit the ground next to his father, who was holding Jason. He could hear his mother yell at Nataly, his little sister, who had thrown Jason’s model rocket at him.

    At least he wouldn’t have to go back up there, for he had fitted the light bulb in before he fell. His ribs ached when that notion struck his mind.

    Now, Jason, commander of the roman army, returned to his tent to plan a retaliation attempt against the amazons…