I scratched my jaw. What we call bluefire could not be fire, not in space with no air. Then what was it?Then again I didn’t really care for a detailed explanation. Thatcould come later. All that mattered was that it kept ‘burning’and spreading.
The dark jets spun on their tail andzoomed back toward the mother ship. I doubted they’d be of any helpin the ship’s current difficulty. I buzzed the admiral.
“How close are we to the enemy?”
“We’re about two thousand milesaway, major. Are you thinking about the disintegrator ray?”
“I am. Only fifteen hundred milesmore and we could use it. I do appreciate what our MITTS did forus.”
Chapter 12
Theblack ship kept weaving. Back and forth. North and south. The bluekept inching its way across the hall. Soon, the ship might becompletely covered in b
