"Where's the pilot room?" asked Sandra in a cool tone.
"Below—where it usually is in a ship of this type. Your orders will be coming soon enough, I hope."
"And our destination will probably be Station 1?"
"Right. Will you need navigational details?"
"I can work them out."
Drake left, and the men put the finishing touches on the double-warp set-up. Hammond turned the equipment on, running them at test power while Jimmy and McBride adjusted the generators for maximum output.
Pete inspected the myriad of little glowing lights on the informer panel and said that the ship was working properly from dome to foot.
"Grab a rolling chair," said Hammond to McBride. Then he snapped the communicator and said: "Drake. Up at twenty feet per."
"Up at twenty feet per second per second acceleration," responded Sandra in that flat, personless voice.
"We hope," said Steve with a short laugh.