"But there's nothing to distinguish us from an ordinary Earth-to-Mars rocket. We have a ship's registry on board. Pick out a ship that's in our class. Hereafter, we're going to be that ship. If Traffic blips us, and they probably won't unless we try to land, have a recording ready. Something like this: 'ME 21 zip crackle 9 reporting. Our communication is acting up. We can't hear you, Traffic.' Don't overdo the static effects but repeat that with suitable variations and I don't think they will bother us."
Shaking his head dubiously, Jordan swung away toward the repair shops.
"You look worried," said Anti.
Docchi turned around. "Yeah."
"Won't it work?"
"Sure. We'll get close to Earth. They're not looking for us around here. They don't really know why we escaped in the rocket. That's why they can't figure out where we're going."
His face was taut and his eyes were tired. "It's not that. The entire Solar Police Force has been alerted for us."
"Which means?"
"Look. We planned to bypass the Medicouncil and take our case directly to the Solar Government. If they want us as much as the radio indicates, it's not likely they'll be very sympathetic. If the Solar Government doesn't support us all the way, we'll never get another chance."
"Well?" said Anti. She seemed trimmer, more vigorous. "What are we waiting for? Let's take the last step first."