"Stopped 'em!"
Maynard nodded. "For the time."
The communicator spoke: "Commander to Marshal: Located the mother-fleet."
"Yes?"
"We're hitting them now—as per orders. But this is a warning. If we don't stop 'em first, they'll be there in fifteen minutes. They're on collision course!"
"Expected that," said Guy, worriedly.
"O.K.," said Ben in what he hoped would be an encouragement. "Now we'll see if your battle-plan works."
"I keep worrying that it won't."
"If it didn't have merit," observed Ben dryly, "it wouldn't have been adopted."
"I want to get out there and pitch."