"Linnea Sinclair - To Dance With Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sinclair Linnea)

"White Leader to Blue Leader."

"Ky! Did you see anything?"

"Negative, Blue Leader." Kyne Rho'kharis's voice was suddenly hard,
professional. The Alisian had over three thousand hours in small attack craft, most
of it in combat as a fighter squadron captain. The Ekinus System had had more
than it's share of wars. And Kyne Rho'kharis had been bred for just that
environment. "But the Dauntless's picking up a cloaking residueтАФ Wait. Have
confirmation on number and heading. Feeding coordinates to you. Now."

Tamsin scanned the data on her screen. "Shit. Can we effect a scan-net tie in?"

"Affirmative, Blue Leader."

Tamsin nodded and went to open channel again. "Blue Squadron. Go to intership
scan-net with White Squadron. Now." The computers of ten fighters suddenly
merged, strengthening their scanning fields. A chattering of voices followed.

She switched back to White Leader. "Ky. I want to use a Pandora's Box formation."

"We've got ten," he reminded her. "That's only two for flank."

"It'll have to do."

"I'll initiate."

"At will, Lieutenant." She relayed the information to her fighters.

The small attack ships broke from their V-formation and drifted, ballet-like, into the
new arrangement.

"Blue Leader, this is Blue Five. I've got ten, no, a dozen unidentified ships coming
in at four o'clock. Real ones, Mac. Not fritz. I can see these."

"Got 'em," she confirmed. "White Leader?"

"Affirmative, Blue."

She drew in a deep breath. "Let's take 'em."

-3-



Later, she would reflect that they were hopelessly outnumbered. There was
nothing she could've done but what she did: fight until there was no more fight left
in her. And later, too, she would know that it was the destruction of the DauntlessтАФ
one of the Fleet's best and her home for the past two yearsтАФ that wrenched all
their attentions from the situation at hand, even if only for a moment.