"Where should we go instead?"
Salnikov gave a set of coordinates: a straight line out from the planet, directly opposed to its trajectory, as it sought to cross the intersection of its figure-eight orbit, and begin to move around the second sun.
"What should we look for?"
"An enormous station, over one hundred kilometers across. You won't pick it up on laser or visual, but if you send someone out you will see it clear enough."
"What is its function?"
"We don't know, and we are not about to go in and find out. But its location is suspicious. That is all I can say."
"…..okay. Thank you, Vladimir."
"Good luck, Nicholai. I think that you will need it." The screen went blank.
"Leon. go down to the lower communication room and signal all bases. I want everyone off—-everyone. These domes won't hold forever. I'm going to try and reach Percy."
Without further speech his son was gone. He leaned over the railing and tried, and after twenty minutes finally succeeded, in reaching the racing ship.