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of the ship, the power machinery and converters came to life.

TheGanymede was readied for departure. Only the officers in the Control Central knew the destination.
The battleship gradually began to accelerate. The distance from the spacesphereTitan increased more
and more. The rate of acceleration was under the control of the shipтАЩs positronic computer.

Col. Freyt sat with seeming indifference in the pilot seat and watched the great panoramic viewscreen.
TheTitan , 10 minutes before, had become a tiny point of light there, and disappeared. TalamonтАЩsTal VI
, completely blended into and enveloped by the counter-detection screening of the giant sphere, was in
the process of transmitting a pulse-coded message over RhodanтАЩs superpowerful shipтАЩs transmitter.

As theGanymede тАЩs receiver caught the transmission there was a single тАШpip!тАЩ of sound from the
speakers. Col. Freyt turned around to his computer officer. The latter merely nodded, nothing more.
Freyt asked no questions. He knew that all pertinent data concerning hypertransition co├╢rdinates and
timing factors were being collected in the memory section of the positronicon for retrieval.

тАШPip!тАЩ The micro-speakers in the Control Centre emitted the sound a second time. It was an answer to
the pulse-burst message from theTal VI . One of the ships from TalamonтАЩs fleet had called back.

The closed circuit screen connected with Communications flared up before Freyt. His Com Officer put
through the rectified and deciphered pulse-code message. Again the Commander only nodded. The
picture on the screen flickered out and its corresponding loud speaker cut off.

Shortly thereafter, the detected location was automatically delivered. A time and place was presented,
toward which theGanymede flew, at three-fourths speol (light speed).

Freyt cast a second quizzical glance at the positronicon officer.

"33 minutes yet, Colonel," announced the latter.

With the first set of tracking co├╢rdinates they had detected, theGanymede had changed its course to 8
degrees 32 seconds Phi. The shipтАЩs powerful inertial compensators virtually ate up the impact of the
increased centrifugal forces as the big space fighter changed abruptly from the old course to the new. The
only evidence of the course change was shown visually on the panoramic viewscreen. A few distant suns
disappeared off the upper edge of the screen and at the same time a few more stars popped into view
along the lower edge.

No man in the Control Central had the time or desire to admire the rarely seen entirety of the sparkling
mass of Star Cluster M-13. Today it could not draw the men into its spell: They were flying an armed
mission! They were heading directly for the ship they had detected and which now could not be let out of
their tracking range.

TheGanymede тАЩs velocity approached 0.9 fight speed.

Col. Freyt sat almost negligently in the pilotтАЩs seat. Years ago he had sat with a similarly apparent
indolence in RhodanтАЩs one-man interceptors and had flown the most dangerous missions.
 A brilliant flash of light jolted Freyt back to reality; the automatic tracking and navigational system had
cut off theGanymede тАЩs acceleration. The vast battleship with its wide-flaring stern fins went into free fall,
gliding toward the pinpointed co├╢rdinates of the other ship.