Chapter 15Our attack would commence in oneday,seven hours. We had worked out the coordination with our MITTsbeforethey left. The general said the timing was fine with him.
I sat in my office as all the officerschecked and double-checked our weapons’ systems and every othersystem on the ship. We didn’t want any malfunction when we headedinto battle. I buzzed our communication officer, Rod Picone, afreckle-faced man who looks like he’s always ready to laugh. Iasked if there was any communication with the MITTs. He nodded.
“We’ve gotten a brief message incode, but it means the Destroyers did not shoot our shuttle down.They have shown an interest in our MITTs. They were being taken tothe planet for interrogation,” Picone said.
“You got all that in code?”
“Yes, we worked out the codes witht
