"This is Freddie," spoke the communicator. "The celestial globe has just come up with a target at eight hundred thousand miles."
"O.K., Freddie. That must be the Black Widow. How'll we pass her?"
"About thirty thousand miles."
"Then get the finders set on that lithium-coated hull as we pass."
"Hold it," said Walt. "Our velocity with respect to his is about three thousand. We can be certain of the ship by checking the finder-response on the lithium coating. If so, she's the Black Widow. Right from here, we can be assured. Jim! Check the finders in the torpedoes on that target!"
"Did," said Jim. "They're on and it is."
"Launch 'em all!" yelled Franks.
"Are you nuts?" asked Channing.
"Why give him a chance to guess what's happening? Launch 'em!"
"Freddie, drop two of the torpedoes and half the 'window.' Send 'em out at ten G. We'll not put all our eggs in one basket," Channing said to Walt. "There might be a slip-up."