And the Connie cruiser was still overhead, with no friendly cruisers in sight. He looked up, white-faced. Not only was the Connie still there, but its main air lock was sliding open to disclose a new danger. In the opening, ready to launch, an assault boat waited. The assault boats were something only the Connies used. They were about four times the size of a snapper-boat, less maneuverable but more powerful. They carried 20 men and a pair of guided missiles with atomic warheads! CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE ROCKETEERS Rip ran for the snapper-boat, feet moving as rapidly as lack of gravity would permit. He called instructions. "Santos! Turn the launcher over to Pederson and come with me. Koa, take over. Start throwing rockets at that boat and don’t stop until you run out of ammunition." He reached the snapper-boat and squeezed in, Santos close behind him. As he strapped himself into the seat he called, "Koa! Get this, and get it straight. At twenty-three-oh-five, fire the bomb. Fire it whether I’m back or not. Got that?" Koa replied, "Got it, sir." That would give the Planeteers a minute’s leeway. Not much of a safety margin, especially when he wasn’t sure how much power the improvised atomic charge would produce. He plugged into the snapper-boat’s communicator and called, "Ready, Santos?" "Ready, Lieutenant." He braced himself against acceleration and flipped the speed control to full power. The fighting rocket rammed out from the asteroid, snapping him back against the seat. He made a quick check. Gunsight on, fuel tanks almost full, propulsion tubes racked handy to his hand, space patches ready to be grabbed and slapped on in case an enemy shot holed helmet or suit. They drove toward the enemy cruiser at top speed, swerving in a great arc as the sun pulled at them. The enemy’s big boat was out of the ship, its jets firing as it started for the asteroid. Rip leaned over his illuminated gunsight. The boat showed up clearly, the rings of the sight framing it. He estimated distance and the pull of the sun, then squeezed the trigger on the speed control handle. The cannon in the nose spat flame. He watched tensely and saw the charge explode on the hull of the Connie cruiser. He had underestimated the sun’s drag. He compensated and tried again. He missed. Now that he was closer and the charge had less distance to travel, he had overestimated the sun’s effect. He gritted his teeth. The next shot would be at close range. The fighting rocket closed space, and the landing boat loomed large in the sight. He fired again and the shot blew metal loose from the top of the boat’s hull. A hit, but not good enough. He leaned over the sight to fire again, but before he had sighted an explosion blew the landing boat completely around. Koa and Pederson had scored a hit from the asteroid! The big boat fired its side jets and spun around on course again. Flame bloomed from its side as Connie gunners tried to get the range on the snapper-boat.