"How's Tom?" asked Roger. Astro, in his patrol, came in contact with both unit mates.
"Sleepy. He's having a tough time with that chapter on space law. He didn't sleep at all last night."
"He better keep awake," said Roger. "That little fireman's got his rockets hot tonight. He'll blast Tom sure if—"
"Wait a minute," said Astro suddenly, looking off into the darkness. "What was that?"
Roger spun around, his rifle in his hands, ready to fire. "What is it?" he asked.
"I don't know," replied Astro in a whisper. "I thought I saw something move inside the hangar." He pointed to a large window. "Sort of a shadow against the frosted glass."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"I'll investigate. You get Tom and call Firehouse."
"Right," replied Astro, and raced down the path, alongside the hangar.