Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like outline of the island, and he whistled softly, off-key, as he nudged the snoring Splinter.
"This is it, Sleeping Beauty," he called. "Snap out of it!"
"Huh? Whuzzat?" Splinter grunted, rolled to his elbow.
"Here's the island."
"Oh!" Splinter swung his feet from the bunk, peered from the vision port, sleepiness instantly erased from his face.
"Hot damn!" he chortled. "Now we'll see a little action!"
Kerry Blane grinned, tried to conceal the excitement he felt. He shook his head, his fingers flickering over the control studs.
"Don't get your hopes too high, lad," he counseled. "With those super Zelta guns, it won't take ten minutes to wipe out that monster."
Splinter rubbed his hands together, sighed like a boy seeing his first circus. "Listen, for ten minutes of that, I'd ride this chunk of metal for a year!"
"Could be!" Kerry Blane agreed.