“You’re just guessing—you don’t know all this.”
His automatic assumption of my incompetence was beginning to get me annoyed. I bridled my temper and tried one last time.
“Yes, I’m guessing—an informed guess—but I do know some facts as well. Ogget’s Dream was cleaned out of all reading matter, that was one of the first things I checked. We can’t stop the battleship from attacking again, but we can see to it that the time after that she sails into a trap.”
“I don’t know,” the captain said, “it sounds to me like. …”
I never heard what it sounded like, which is all right since he was getting under my skin and I might have been tempted to pull my pseudo-rank. The alarm sirens cut his sentence off and we foot-raced to the communications room.
Captain Steng won by a nose, it was his ship and he knew all the shortcuts. The psiman was holding out a transcription, but he summed it up in one sentence. He looked at me while he talked and his face was hard and cold.
“They hit again, knocked out a Navy supply satellite, thirty-four men dead.”
“If your plan doesn’t work, admiral ,” the captain whispered hoarsely in my ear, “I’ll personally see that you’re flayed alive!”
“If my plan doesn’t work, captain —there won’t be enough of my skin left to pick up with a tweezer. Now if you please, I’d like to get to Udrydde and board my ship as soon as possible.”