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“Are the missiles ready, Vince?' inquired Dixon.
“Affirmative sir,” reported Vince.
“Great. In a minute, I'd like to flail those zany lots with vast pleasure. Just wait for my command,” instructed Dixon and then turned toward Mr. Grant. “And you, General, you'd better keep quiet and carry out my orders, for I don't wanna listen to your unfounded apprehensions and rubbish common sense like your sclerotic friend on the Moon, right?”
The General remained silent, as instructed, his face rigid and tense.
Suddenly, a voice blasted through the spaceship loudspeakers: “This is the ISS Space Guard Center speaking. Do you copy us? You're breaching our airspace. Answer immediately or, otherwise, we are entitled to take all necessary steps to stop you.”
“How did they manage to detect us, Gene
