Chip tapped at the door. Retief opened it and the chef stepped inside, looking at the man on the floor.
"The jasper tried somethin', huh? Figured he would. What we goin' to do now?"
"The captain forgot to set up an approach, Chip. He outfoxed me."
"If we overrun our approach pattern," Chip said, "we can't make orbit at Jorgensen's on automatic. And a manual approach—"
"That's out. But there's another possibility."
Chip blinked. "Only one thing you could mean, Mister. But cuttin' out in a lifeboat in deep space is no picnic."
"They're on the port side, aft, right?"
Chip nodded. "Hot damn," he said. "Who's got the 'tater salad?"
"We'd better tuck the skipper away out of sight."
"In the locker."