"Shut the current off quick, Mike," he ordered, as the space suited figure of Dhain Kadine leaped frantically through the port of the black ship below them. "The Patrol will want everything that's in that ship!"
Mike Doren pressed the stud, and his big mouth spread in a contented smile as the other swung their fighter through space at top speed, uncoiling the cable.
"When it cools down," Nord said, "we'll go aboard. After we give Kadine and the papers to the Jovian Nymph, we'll go back to base in his ship. I don't want to make the trip all the way in this space suit."
His partner's eyes lit up. "O.K. But, when we get to Mars Base, we'll ride our ship and drag that steel monstrosity in on the cable. After all, it's the last catch of 'asteroid fishing,' and the biggest!"
