CHAPTER 12Something had nagged Bruce for several minutes. Something he had seen out of the corner of his eye. He turned his viewscreen to the left. There it was again—an Asteroid that had drifted into this scene of c*****e. A small one, floating like a craggy mountain that had somehow been ripped away from a planet. But it flanked the positions of both fighting fleets.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. Something lanced through his mind. Into the intercom he spoke in a low whisper: “Hear this, Fourth Fleet contingents. The ten crushers nearest the Avenger will slip away from the battle. Don’t use high speed. Angle back of our ship and follow us—around that Asteroid. On the mark…NOW!”
In the melee of hundreds of weaving ships crisscrossing space with rays and missiles and eye-searing explosions, the
