"All right," Armont said, reaching for the microphone. "We've got to confirm with Mike. He's got to know what's going on."
He flicked the dial on the radio. "Ulysses, do you read? Come in."
"I copy. What's the story?"
"Insert is a definite abort. Repeat, abort insert. We're expecting some company. Red, white, and blue."
"That's going to blow everything."
"You've got a roger, Ulysses."
"How far are you from Andikythera?"
"Looks like about twenty klicks," Armont answered.
"You were timed for 0200. Can vou still make it tonight at all?"
"Doubtful. Even with the two Zodiacs and outboards, by the time we reached there it'd be almost daylight. We may have to revise the insert, plus twenty-four."