Gary pointed out into space. "Look," he yelled.
A faint, shimmering circle of light lay far out into the black depths. A slow wheel of misty white. A nebulous thing that hadn't been there before.
"That's where we go," said Kingsley, and Gary heard the man's breath whistling through his teeth. "That's where we go to reach the Engineers.”
Chapter Seven
Tommy's nimble fingers flew over the rocket bank, set up a take-off pattern. His thumb tripped the firing lever and the ship surged up from the field with the thunder of the rocket blasts shuddering through its frame-work.
"Hit dead center," warned Kingsley and Tommy nodded.
"Don't you worry," he snorted. "I will hit it.”
"I'd like to see the look on the face of them dumb cops when they reach Pluto and find us gone," said Herb.
"Thought they were putting over a fast one on us.”
"It'll be all right if they don't set down right into that machine down there," Gary declared. "If they did that something would happen to them…