"Okay, in four days we'll be underground," he said with exaggerated cheerfulness, "as safe as bunnies in their burrows."
"Can you make it that fast?"
"We'll have to. That means well have to use Prochaska. That'll keep you off the lines except for the regular broadcast hour," he said with satisfaction.
Gotch snorted: "Go to hell."
"Been on the verge of it ever since we left earth."
"One other thing," Gotch said. "Baby's almost ready to try its wings."
The atomic spaceship! Crag suppressed his excitement with difficulty. He held down his voice.
"About time," he said laconically.
"Don't give me that blasé crap," the Colonel said cheerfully. "I know exactly how you feel." He informed him that the enemy was proclaiming to the world they had established a colony on the moon, and had formally requested the United Nations to recognize their sovereignty over the lunar world. "How's that for a stack of hogwash?" he ended.
"Pretty good," Crag agreed. "What are we claiming?"