In the end, the Avenger seemed to whip around almost in its own length. Jon balanced himself with effort, his stomach rising within him. He was giddy and nauseated. His eyes strained for something to focus on, to give him perspective. There was nothing. He was still blind.
"We blasted every foot on that side of the moon," McPartland said bitterly, "but we didn't get the machinery."
"No, man," agreed McTavish who had come up to the control room again. "That cursed devil's mantle is still there!"
The Captain's blue eyes burned into the forward screen. "They're waiting on Terra Base, too," he grated. "But we'd see the break first. The light would come back at the edges, and—" he stumbled over the implication of the next words, "work-in-toward-the-center!"
McTavish's grey eyes blazed suddenly. "In toward the center, man! Right! But the moon isn't at the center!"
Jon was already shouting into the phone: "Observation Officer. Locate the exact center of that area, in relation to this ship, Terra, and Luna.