He stepped back as he spoke and, turning, began checking instruments.
"Then—you're going down?" Veta's voice sounded very tired.
"Yes."
"To see this man you mentioned—Zoltan Prenzz?"
"Yes."
Wordless, the girl moved to a position in front of a second panel. With cool efficiency, she adjusted dials; threw switches.
A hush fell over the cabin. The floor rocked slightly as gyroscopes compensated for gravitational imbalance.
Then, abruptly, there was the slight jar of an almost-perfect ramping. Spinning open an inspection hatch, Ross peered out.
Black night; nothing more.
Ross said, "The calculations must have come out on the target. Let's go."