“Arrest them at once! Guards … guards—” Ferraro’s voice died away as he ran out of the room. I talked to his vanishing back.
“That is just what we intend to do, but it’s a little difficult at the moment since they are the ones who not only built the battleship, but undoubtedly stole it as well. It was fully automated so no crew is necessary.”
“What do you plan to do?” one of the clerks asked.
“I shall do nothing,” I told him, with the snapped precision of an old space veteran. “The League fleet is already closing in on the renegades and you will be informed of the capture. Thank you for your assistance.”