"Jesus, we need a company of Marines."
"Not this time, Adam."
"Oh ..." Crag muttered the word.
"That's right ... a warhead," Gotch confirmed.
Crag kicked the information around in his mind for a moment. "What do the computers say?"
"Too early to say for sure, but it looks like it's on the right track."
"Unless it's a direct hit it's no go. We got ten thousand foot walls rimming this hell-hole."
The Colonel was silent for a moment. "It's not quite that pat," he said finally.
"Why not?"
"Because of the low gravity. Thousands of tons of rock will be lifted. Some will escape but the majority will fall back like rain. They'll smash down over a tremendously large area, Adam. At least that's what the scientists tell us."