"Yes you will, Thurner," said the Director. "Report to Gordon's ship in half an hour ... or turn in your license."
Thurner stomped out of the room. A slightly vulgar noise, issuing through Timmy's pursed lips, was the last sound the big pilot heard.
"What's next?" asked Timmy. He turned to the Director as he spoke. "What's it all about?"
"See those dots on the space map?" The Director pointed ceilingward to a spot where a cluster of red spots moved on a common center.
"Yes."
"This is a wild hunch. But I suspect them to be Neptunian ships ... unlisted in our clearance papers."
"You think they're a menace?"
"Definitely!"
"Why?"