There was a harsh curse, guttural and nasty. "These channels are open! The whole Fleet knows about that Coly bunch now!"
"What in hell! God damn it, get them off! We've got to isolate...." Click.
Parr stared at the comset in his hand.
Parr smiled thinly. "I did a little good, at least. A bunch of veterans must have been listening in on me.... One of the Fleet ships has a little trouble."
"Maybe ...," she began excitedly.
"No," Parr said. "It was only thirteen Knougs. It's scarcely a ripple. It might make the rest of the Fleet a little uneasy—but they'll still take orders. I'm sorry Lauri, but it's not going to help much."
"How do you know it won't?" she insisted.
The bitter smile was still there. "I've seen something like it before. In five minutes it will all be over."
"Oh."
"Well," he said after a moment, "I better try to get the Ship. I'm going to hold them off as long as I can."