and his mouth
how
and his mouth tightened. At their closing velocity, his squadron's vector intersected almost exactly head-on with the three bogeys' vector in less than twenty-four minutes. There's no way we can avoid them now, but there's still the units waiting to be refitted. So what do I do? I can hardly even see these probable Sollies. I certainly can't justify wasting missiles on them at this range, not with the miserable hit probabilities we'd have! But if I hold my fire until the range drops and then go for an engagement with them, I could lose everything I've got and leave eleven untouched battlecruisers behind me.
His jaw tightened.
"Ms. Hearns."
"Yes, Sir."
It was remarkable, he thought, how that soft Grayson accent actually got more musical as the stress mounted.
"We can't leave the battlecruisers in the yard behind us. I want to hold the pods—we may need them against these newcomers. Do you have a good firing solution on the Station?"
"Yes, Sir," she said steadily.
"Very well," he said. "Execute Fire Plan Sierra, broadside launchers