CHAPTER 15The lone pirate ship glided through the star-peppered vault of space. Ahead lay an Asteroid in the peculiar shape of a lumpy potato, glinting dully in the dim light that reached out here, 275 million miles from the sun.
“I don’t know if that was such a good idea,” grumbled Black Ace, “having the rest of my ships separate from us and approaching from a different direction.”
“You’ll see the point soon,” said Bruce shortly. He had full command of the operation, and did not feel it necessary to consult with the pirate chief on details.
“John Gorson set up anti-spaceship guns, you know,” added Black Ace. “With all that wealth there, he had to protect himself from looting. With ten ships attacking at once, we’d have a much better chance of knocking out the guns. Luckily, no sign of
