It was the eve of the annual synthi-rain and all Mars was settling down for the big sleep that always went with it. Everything was ready, reso-skins had been peeled off the pumps a week before. Uh huh , thought the lone attendant at the fuelport outside the city. You could tell everything was ready, even the traffic was thinning. Hadn't been a 'copter or anything in for fuel in the last ten minutes. He eyed the wall clock inside his cubicle. Almost eleven. Might as well close up and go on home,