"On the deck, upstairs"--he Was no Navy man, or maybe that was the
impression he wanted to give--"are racks of rockets of various sizes.
You might have noticed them when you came aboard. No? Well, they have
been armed; some with electrical proximity fuses, some with
mechanical timing devices, and some have both. They will be sent
singly, or in pairs, or in salvos, at a target some little distance
away. Your job will be the obvious one. Do you think you can do it?"
"Suppose I don't?"