"And if you can't?"
"Then I'm afraid the one in the worst trouble will be the guy who's holding it," Jon answered.
And then he turned from her, reseated himself before the control panels and kicked out the automatics.
In minutes, he had the tender swung to, and was climbing down his jet to one of Titan's largest spaceports.
It was still a bright planet, and its artificial atmosphere, islands and great lakes were as his father had described them. Titan was, indeed, an oasis in the cruel coldness of the void.
He landed the tender with scarcely a jar, and then wordlessly, he and Deanne opened the small craft's locks and stepped out on the tarmac to greet the landing party that had been alerted to receive them.
Two tall, cloaked men strode forward.
"Jon Kane and Deanne Starn?"
"Greetings—" Kane began.
"You will come with us," one of them said. His short red beard seemed to glisten in the sun-like atmospheric light. "You are under arrest!"