The drone plane had been up for half an hour. By this time it should have a clearer picture of the object that hovered over the _Josef_. It did. The object was dun colored, the color of storm clouds on a cold winter's day. Big, easily as big as the _Josef_, and tubular shaped, slightly flattened on the bottom. There was nothing that could be identified as gun ports but they probably didn't use guns. He wondered just what their armament was. He turned to the radarman on watch. "Has the _Josef_ moved any?" The man nodded. "Yes, sir. About oh four hundred they steamed ten miles north at top speed." "The object kept up with them?" "Yes, sir. It's never left them, sir. Same position directly overhead at all times." The captain of the _Josef_ must have realized that he couldn't get away from his overhead observer and probably froze in position, afraid of what would happen if he continued to run for it. He'd probably stay there until the alien ship made some hostile move or he got instructions from home. The Captain walked back to the bridge. The ship was strangely silent. There were no jets warming up on the flight deck, there were no sounds of chipping hammers. Except for the planes overhead, it was a quiet summer day, one of those days when a perfectly smooth sea looks like a sheet of plate glass. He glanced down at the sides of the _Oahu_. Tiny figures were huddled by the anti-aircraft guns, their helmets glinting in the sun. A tight ship, he thought, a ship that was ready for anything. McCandless came out on the bridge, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. He stood a respectful distance from the Captain, a little to the right and just behind. "Beautiful day, isn't it, Lieutenant?" "Yes, sir. It is, sir. Very fine day." Sir. That was the one reason why he tolerated Davis, the Captain thought. Just to hear somebody call him by his first name and treat him as something other than a symbol of rank. "If your theory is correct, Lieutenant," he mused aloud, "then the alien ship should be opening fire--if that's what you would call it--any minute now." "Yes, sir." McCandless brushed his mouth with his hand--probably surreptitiously removing a wad of gum, the Captain thought. "I was wondering what you would do, sir, if the alien ship opens fire on the _Josef_." "If it wasn't against regulations, I'd issue a couple of cans of beer per man." McCandless gaped. "I--I don't understand you, sir." "If they finish off the _Josef_, Lieutenant, it'll save us the trouble. For my money, I'd be tickled pink if the Combine sent reinforcements and it really developed into a fracas." McCandless turned slightly so the Captain could no longer read his face. The Captain wondered if it was intentional. "I ... I guess I just took it for granted that we'd join forces against the aliens, sir. It seemed like the natural thing to do."