Five hours away the main fleet streaked toward the planet. The Admiral looked at the tape reports from the scout ship and at transcripts of the recorded warning.
"Nuts!" he said. "We go in."
He felt an odd, intuitive twinge. The voice was so much like his mother's—and she hadn't been well when he'd last seen her. Beside him the Radioman busily, tersely, sent out landing instructions. He felt irritable: the voice had sounded just like Peggy—that no-good, cheating!... He shrugged: just imagination.
In a diminishing spiral, the fleet swung around the planet while the Admiral scanned the screen for a free landing site.