"Evans here," came the reply.
"Have Sparks get a DF fix on the _Atropos_ and hold it. We'll home on
their carrier wave. They're in trouble and we're going after them. Plot
the course."
"Yes, Captain."
Strike turned to Cob. "Have the gun-crews stand by to relieve the
black-gang in the tube rooms. It's going to get hotter than the hinges
of hell down there and we'll have to shorten shifts."
"Yes, sir!" Cob saluted and was gone.