Then, in complete victory, Huston raced his command ship in a vast circle around the damaged but still running Relay Station. It would go deadly-hard with anyone who tried to interfere at this instant.
Huston's engineer snapped in the Z-wave.
"Grayson! Grayson! Are you—are you?"
The Z-wave receiver in Paul's ship brought this call.
He snapped the toggle and said: "Huston? I'm riding the radio beam down to Alpha IV."
"Bennington?"
"I've got him on the Z-wave!"
"Let me—connect me—"
Paul reached for a cable with a double-ended plug and shoved both ends home in his patch-panel.
"Mister President, here is Mr. Huston!"