“Yes, and then we might as well post the system’s coordinates on a Navy info site,” Chernock sighed.

“We can’t have it both ways, Sir,” Therret said almost gently. “Either there’s a serious problem, and we need Navy help to deal with it, or there isn’t.”

“I know. I know.” Chernock frowned into the distance, then shrugged. “All right, Brig. Before we do anything else, check our force availability. We’ve certainly got the manpower to restore control of Camp Charon. I don’t know if we’ve got enough intervention battalions ready to go, but I’m sure we can draft enough Marines from the Fleet base to do the job, especially with orbital fire support available as needed. What I’m not sure about is the availability of transport and/or naval escort shipping. I want a complete report on my desk within three hours. Can you do it that quickly?”

“Almost certainly, but this is coming at everyone cold, Sir. I’d estimate that it will take at least a standard week—probably a little longer—to get a troop movement organized on the scale we’re projecting. And I have no idea at all how quickly the Navy can respond.”

“Then I guess we’re about to find out,” Chernock said grimly.

Chapter Forty-Six

“WELCOME to Flag Bridge, Citizen General,” Citizen Commodore Yang said pleasantly.

“Thank you, Citizen Commodore,” Citizen Major General Thornegrave responded, as politely as if they both meant a word of it, and they smiled at one another.

“As I explained when I screened you, we’re just coming up on our alpha translation, Sir,” Yang went on. “We’ll reenter n-space in—” she glanced at the date/time display “—eleven and a half minutes.”

“Excellent, Citizen Commodore. And from there to Hades orbit?”

“We’re making a fairly gentle translation, Sir.” Yang smiled again, this time with genuine humor. “There’s no need for what a crash translation does to people’s nerves and stomachs, after all. That means we’ll hit normal-space with a velocity of only about a thousand KPS, and we’ll be about fourteen and a half light-minutes from Hades on a direct intercept course. Unfortunately from the prospect of a fast passage, however, the Longstops can only manage about two hundred and twenty gravities. That gives us a total flight time of almost exactly six hours, but the decel leg will be eight minutes—and about a hundred and fifteen thousand klicks—longer than the accel because of the velocity we’ll take across the alpha wall with us.”

“I see.” Thornegrave nodded gravely, and despite his antipathy for regular officers in general and his awareness of the need to put this regular officer in particular in her place and keep her there, he was grateful for her apparent tact. No doubt a Navy officer, or even a Marine, would have realized what bringing an initial velocity across from hyper-space would have meant for their passage time to Hades. Thornegrave hadn’t, but Yang had found a way to give him the information without drawing any attention to the fact that he’d needed it. That might not matter in the long run, but her explanation might also keep him from saying something which would sound at best ill-informed and at worst stupid in front of some junior officer.