"That's fine," said Wyatt, not trusting her for a minute. But he was curious. "Are all women soldiers where you come from?"
"As many as wish to be. There is no difference made between the sexes, only between individuals according to their abilities. There are many women in the task force—pilots, technicians, officers, gunners, ordinary troops."
"Nobody thinks a thing of it?"
"Why should they?"
Wyatt could not really think of any good reason, except that on Earth they did.
Brinna reached for a panel at her right side and started to open it.
Instantly Wyatt was alert. "What are you doing there?"
"You want to go to Washington. Unless you can tell me the exact coordinates yourself, I must have the computer work out a course."
"Okay," said Wyatt. "Open the panel, but slowly."
Behind it there was only a remarkable compact receptor-effector unit. "You see?" she said. "Now if you will allow me—"