Masaryk's voice. "Enemy robot ship coming straight ahead, corridor
two." Brunner suppressed an urge to look out through the wide portal.
Dubcek pointed to the globe, again made several marks on the glass.
"You see. Now he's done it, but a step too late. Carry on." He
strode back to the command station, nodding sternly to his second.
"Bring our carrier to corridor three. Engage his if he's willing."