He reached for his own microphone and then paused. How could he command attention? He thought a moment and then smiled bitterly. "I've got it!" he yelled into the microphone. He repeated his statement again and again, and the chattering curses and reports died slowly as every man waited to hear the answer.
"Who's calling?"
"Captain Jason Charless to General Lloyd."
"Charless—God, man—What—?"
"I have the answer, general."
"Speak in code, Charless."
"No need, sir; what I have to say is as important to Admiral Sarne as it is to you."
"Be careful, Captain Charless. You—"
"General Lloyd, both you and Admiral Sarne are fighting an enemy far more dangerous than each other."
"But—"