decontaminator

His eye fell on the decontaminator, slung over Roic's shoulder.

The UV lights of the decontaminator buzzed and went dark.

He was holding a high-powered laser-sonic decontaminator, familiar Barrayaran military issue.

Levin turned away and stepped into the UV decontaminator.

Zach Levin nodded from the decontaminator.

The UV decontaminator buzzed and shut down.

He entered the hangar, slipped on a fresh lab coat, then walked into the decontaminator and stepped on the floor switch.

Through the Bubble's transparent hatch he saw Zach Levin standing in the UV decontaminator.

To spare Ravi and the nurses from having to waste time with protective suits, a UV decontaminator had been installed near the Bubble's door.

If there was none . . . He stepped slowly through the buzzing molecular barrier, raising his arms to turn about beneath the even stronger sonic-scrubber/laser-dryer beam from Roic's decontaminator.

A Job Few Would Envy "They invited us here 30 years ago because they needed laborers to work in factories, to build houses," said Abdel Kouraichi, a Tunisian who works the night shift as a decontaminator at a nuclear power plant.

He shuttled in and out handing back green suits folded in plastic bags to waiting hands, plus an assortment of other objects: a big box of first aid supplies, a tool kit, a decontaminator somewhat resembling Roic's, and what might be some weapons with rather more authority than stunners.