26 Austin jumped the remaining rungs to the steel catwalk above the launch tubes. Nubern climbed down to follow him. They moved past the line of Tridents and hissing gasses below as they hurried toward his fighter at the end of the row. As promised, Commander Horace had diverted all carrier activity from the port launch tubes to keep the mission secret. Austin had told no one. Immediately following the discussion with his commanding officers, he dressed in his flight suit and hurried to the launch tube. “Here you go,” Nubern said, passing over a flight tablet. “Everything we talked about has been programmed.” He grabbed it and tucked the device under his arm. “Thought you always preached the importance of programming your own flight plans into the tablet, sir?” “There isn’t time,” Nub

