"I thought," Trigger said without squeaking, "that everybody was pretty sure it was dead."
Quillan frowned. "Well, that's something else again! There are at least two ways I know of to sneak it past that search. Jump it out and in with a subtub is one—they could have done that from their own cabin as soon as they had its pattern. So I don't really think it's dead. It's just—"
"Quillan," a tiny voice said from the viewer.
He turned, took two steps, and sat down fast before the viewer. "Go ahead!"
"Fast motion in B section. Going your way."
Fast motion. A thought flicked up. "Quillan—" Trigger began.
He raised a shushing hand. "Get a silhouette?" he asked. His hands went to a set of control switches and stayed there.
"No. Pickup shows a haze like in the reconstruct." An instant's pause. "Leaving B section."
"Motion in C section," said another voice.
Quillan said, "All right. It's coming. No more verbal reports unless it changes direction. If you want to stay alive, don't move unless you're in armor."