The MITT officer approached andsaluted. I saluted him back.
“Any special orders, sir?”
“No, for the most part, this will bea routine mission. We know nothing about the black ship and nothingabout the race who runs it. We don’t even know if the race iscarbon-based or metallic based. So our store of information aboutouropponents is zero, zip, nada. I want to draw them out, watch theminbattle, observe what weapons they have and maybe we’ll get a breakand find out something about the occupants. Use your own discretionduring the encounter.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Use top speed in getting thetarget.”
“We will, sir.”
The doors to the Toys opened and fourMITTS walked in each ship. I backed away and entered the enclosedcommand center with Rab. He stood smoking a small cigar.
As the massive door opened
