Even the captain of the ship would only be a Class Two Exec. No one would question him—no one would dare to.
A lieutenant looked up, startled as he entered the ship itself, and saluted hurriedly.
"It's an honor to have you aboard, great sir," he said apologetically, "but you realize, of course, that we are taking off in a very few minutes."
Words choked suddenly in the Guesser's throat, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak. "I know that. I'm ... I'm going with you."
The lieutenant's eyes widened a trifle. "No orders have been taped to that effect, great sir."
This is it! thought The Guesser. He would either put it over now or he'd be lost—completely.
He scowled. "Then tape them! I will apologize to the captain about this last-minute change, but I want no delay in take-off. It is absolutely vital that I reach D'Graski's Planet quickly!"
The lieutenant blanched a little. "Sorry, great sir! I'll see that the orders are taped. You wish a cabin?"
"Certainly. I presume you have an adequate one?"
"I'm sure we do, great sir; I'll have the Quarters Officer set one up for you immediately."