So he suppressed all cheers and other displays of congratulations for two hours.
Finally, they got a clear picture of the BrainTrust’s location. The satellite operator gasped. “There’s nothing there.” He double-checked instruments and the location photographed. “They’re gone.”
The radar operator confirmed. “Nothing on my instruments anymore either. Looks like the whole fleet just sank without a trace.” He looked up. “I guess the lieutenants were right about the magnesium flaring and destroying everything.”
At last, Commodore Kung exhaled the last vestiges of the breath he’d been holding. “Congratulations, seamen. Looks like we are making history—the first people to ever take out an isle ship.” He smiled. “In this case, a whole fleet of them.”
Dash was poring over the isle ship manuals
