"Now?"
Torvel asked.
Chem
had his hand held up in the air, unmoving. His eyes closed and
counting away seconds in his mind. He was visualizing the battle and
what was unfolding. Vlad stood off to one side and glanced out the
window; his suit seemed to shimmer like distant stars in a twilight
sky.
"This has got to look good," Chem whispered.
"Too soon and the jig is up."
"What if we get there too late?" Torvel inquired. He was restless,
his huge frame huddled over the wheel of the Nexus Wave. He lived for
the battle and he seemed to be missing it.
"We won't be," Vlad said. He
turned around and looked at Chem. "Let's do it."
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