"I'm sorry," I said. "I couldn't tell you what the score was before
without tipping them off."
She came over and took hold of my hand. She didn't say anything, but
then she didn't need to.
Allison was pushing buttons like mad, and the bridge began to look like
a sub-sea train at rush hour. When the navigator came in the CO handed
him my notes.
"Figure an interception orbit from these observations. Blastoff in
twenty minutes.
"Here, sergeant, take a detail and lay out a signal panel for the
Day Expedition when they return, and this message to tell them what
happened and where we've gone. Quigley! (this was the exec, I gathered)
all hands to space stations--blastoff at once.
"Denby, I think you and Miss Day had better come along with us. I
imagine you've both had enough of bulgers for a while, and I think you
might like to be in on the end of this. Right?"