The other straightened, shook his head. "I don't think so. He's just out cold; I think he hit his head on something."
"Good." Boone breathed again. "I think I'll chance an all-clear to the sphere-ship."
Turning to the visiscreen, he twisted dials, pressed buttons. Dimly at first, the mother-craft appeared, far out in space.
Only then, while he watched, another sphere swept across the shining panel, followed by yet another and another.
Cartel ships.
There could be no escape from them. Not when they rallied in such numbers.
Even in that moment, the Independent ship was slowly swinging.
A numb sickness came to Boone. He'd counted on days alone here ... days to lay waste the Helgae city till at last he found Eileen.
Now that margin was reduced to cycles. For once Krobis found that he—Boone—and three carriers were missing from the sphere-ship just after it left Hyperion's orbit, it would be mere hours before Cartel ships were landing.
After that, there'd be Venus Barracks, as well as the emptiness of failure.