The starship emerged from the hyperspace window several thousand kilometres from the nebula.
“Okay ship, scan for the missiles,” Pryde said. He was looking through the forward viewport at the nebula but from this distance all he could see was the nebula itself.
“There is no sign of the missiles here, sir,” the ship’s AI reported, which stopped him in his tracks. He looked harder at the image before him, going to the viewscreen and magnifying the image several times to bring it into sharper focus.
“Where can they have gone?” Fields asked the question already running through Pryde’s mind.
“Scan again, but this time run a deeper scan; look for any trace whatsoever,” he said.
“I have already run several scans, sir, and I can assure you there is no trace here or anywhere near.”
“We’re too
