Commodore Ted Wilson eyed the search grid unhappily. Out of the center one thin hexagonal hole had been taken. It left such a lot of space to be combed.
The infrawave receiver in the Information Center was alive, and chattering with data and information and orders. Finally came a call for Wilson, from Flight Commander Hugh Weston from Castor.
"Weston here, Ted. How's it coming?"
"We've completed our first crossing. Nothing but a comet and a rather insignificant gas cloud."
"We're approaching you. Any suggestions?"
"Let's make contact and carry this out together instead of running at cross-purposes."
"Meaning?"
"No independent searching."
"I think you're wrong," said Weston.
"But we can do a better job of coverage if we combine all forces into one big comb."