"Hold on, Strike!" Ivy Hendricks intervened, "What about the tests?" "I'm temporarily under Research and Development command, Ivy, but Regulations say that fighting ships cannot be held inactive during wartime! The _Cleopatra's_ a warship and there's a war on now. If you can have your gear jerry-rigged in three hours, you can come along and test it when we have the chance. Otherwise the hell with it!" Strykalski's face was dead set. "I mean it, Ivy." "All right, Strike. I'll be ready," Ivy Hendricks said coolly. * * * * * Exactly three hours and five minutes later, the newly created hyper-ship that was still Old Aphrodisiac lifted from the ramp outside the Substation dome. She rose slowly at first, the radioactive flame from her tubes splashing with sun-bright coruscations over the loading pits and revetments. For a fleeting instant she was outlined against the swollen orb of Saturn that filled a quarter of Tethys' sky, and then she was gone into the galactic night. Aboard, all hands stood at GQ. On the flying bridge Strykalski and Coburn Whitley worked steadily to set the ship into the proper position in response to the steady flood of equations that streamed into their station from Bayne in the dorsal astrogation blister. An hour after blasting free of Tethys was pointed at the snaking river of stars below Orion that formed the constellation of Eridanus. When Cob asked why, Strike replied that knowing Gorman, they could expect orders from Luna Base ordering them either to attack or reconnoiter the 40 Eridani C system of five planets. Strykalski added rather dryly that it was likely to be the former, since Space Admiral Gorman had no great affection for either the _Cleopatra_ or her crew. Ivy Hendricks joined them after stowing her gear, and when Whitley asked her opinion, she agreed with Strike. Her experiences with Gorman had been as unfortunate as any of the others. "I was afraid you'd say that," grumbled Cob, "I was just hoping you wouldn't." The interphone flashed. Strike flipped the switch. "Bridge." "Communications here. Message from Luna Base, Captain." "Here it is," Strykalski told Cob. "Right on time." "Speak of the devil," muttered the Executive. "From the Admiral, sir," the voice in the interphone said, "Shall I read it?" "Just give me the dope," ordered Strike. "The Admiral orders us to quote make a diversionary attack on the planet of 40 Eridani C II unquote," said the squawk-box flatly. "Acknowledge," ordered Strykalski. "Wilco. Communications out." Strike made an I-told-you-so gesture to his Executive. Then he turned toward the enlisted man at the helm. "Quarter-master?" The man looked up from his auto-pilot check. "Sir." "Steady as she goes." "Yes, sir." "And that," shrugged Ivy Hendricks, "Is that." * * * * *