‘Some one tell me what’s happening’ the captain bellowed at
his small bridge crew.
‘It appears that drones were sufficiently confused by the ships
cloaking that they did not acquire an accurate lock’ Genevieve was
dealing with the frontiers sensor stations trying to find the errant ship.
‘You mean we lost it? Damn!’ the captains fist slammed into his
wooden armrest. ‘Alright, pursue, with everything we got, does
intelligence know, no of course they know, have they got any orders?’
‘We’re pursuing at five and a bit kilo-c, that the best I can
give you, but we are still falling way behind’ François’ panel was a
confusion of warnings guidance procedures and alerts as he pushed the
engines into territory they were no designed for.
‘The two Merlins have just attempted intercept, again
negative.’
‘At least we’re not the only ones, what are they doing?’
‘Also in pursuit, though they are quite a bit faster than us.’
‘This is not a good day!’ the captain stood up and strutted
about the flight deck.
|