"There's another reason," grunted Roger.
"What?"
"Those projectiles. We're right back in the middle of them. Any one of them could wreck the ship."
"I see what you mean," said Tom. "Guess it's up to Astro to keep dodging them."
"Never thought I'd be out in space ducking hot projectiles to save old Blast-off Connel's hide."
"Neither did I," said Tom. "But here we are."
Stepping into the air lock, they quickly equalized the pressure and a moment later climbed out on the hull.
"See him, Roger?" asked Tom over the helmet intercom.
"Not yet," replied Roger.
"I see him," called Astro from the control deck. "I got him spotted on the teleceiver. Go aft, about a thousand, maybe fifteen hundred yards. I'll direct you from there."