"Let's take a look."
Outside, the four men watched the point of fire grow, evolve into a ship ponderously settling to rest. The drive faded and cut; silence fell.
Inside the Briefing Room, the speaker called out. Bo Bergman went inside, talked to the tower, motioned to the others.
"—over to you," the speaker was saying. There was a crackling moment of silence; then another voice.
"—illegal entry. Send the two of them out. I'll see to it they're dealt with."
Tove flipped a key. "Switch me direct to the ship," he said.
"Right."
"You on ACI 228," Tove said. "Who are you?"
"What's that to you?"