"Right!" Vinson snapped on the radio and called, "Vinson to commander of fleet. Vinson to—"
"This is General Lloyd, Vinson. Go ahead."
"Are you tracking us?"
"The machine—wants you."
"We know."
"Well, we can do nothing to stop the pursuit."
"Yes you can. In the—"
A roar of static drowned Vinson's voice. It racketed against the eardrums and nothing could be heard but the raucous, rough-edged noise. Then it stopped.
"Look in the—"