Chapter 7ThePattoncame out of warp drive about a thousand miles from the sphere. Isatin the captain’s chair and gazed at the sphere for what seemed thethousandth time. It hadn’t changed a bit. It flowed through spacelike a luxury ship on the ocean, seemingly oblivious to anythingaround us.
“Let’s get a little closer, Ms.Alesong. Mr. Jones, any readings of defensive weapons?”
“No, sir.”
“How close do you want to be, sir?”Geneva asked.
“Oh, seven hundred and fifty miles.That ought to get the attention of the jets. We should not wastetimeaccomplishing our mission. The sooner they come the sooner we canblast them out of the sky.”
“Yes, sir.”
Aminute later, the two silver jets came into view, flying out frombehind the sphere. One veered right and headed forNathanielGreene and theother zoo
