Matt clenched his fists. Apparently, Ballard was assuming there was yet another traitor on board. Visions danced in his head of packing Ballard into the Black Titan, then dropping it at full speed on the Hoover Building, the FBI headquarters in Washington D.C. He concluded reluctantly that that would probably be an overreaction. “So, you’re telling me they used our boosters to launch a ship planning to sabotage our satellites?”
Brandy shrugged. “Hey, they pay, we launch. The Kestrel is just a truck to space. Right?”
Matt stood incoherent for a moment.
Aaron crooned, “I think I’ve got ‘em.”
Brandy leaned over his shoulder. “OK, now just before they latch on, pull her away. You want him partially attached before you goose the juice and flip her into a spin.”
The mating adapter on the sa
