But it wasn’t an option. She might well be wrong about Sirius’s mission. She was preparing to throw away her ship and her crew’s lives in pursuit of a foe at least five times as powerful as they were when it was entirely possible that foe posed no threat to the Kingdom at all. Yet she couldn’t know that, and she did know that if Haven was prepared to risk open war to secure Basilisk, Coglin’s freighter might bring overwhelming firepower into the system before Home Fleet could respond.

Which meant she had no choice at all.

She checked the chronometer again. Sixty-three minutes into the pursuit. She’d come thirty-six and a half million kilometers, and the range was down to seven-point-six million kilometers. Another thirteen-plus minutes until her missiles could reach Sirius before burnout. She looked down at the Havenite’s light dot and wondered what he was thinking.

“What’s the range, Jamal?”

“Two-five-point-three-five light-seconds, Captain.”

“Time to hyper limit?”

“Ninety-four-point-six minutes.”

“Their overtake speed?”

“Four-five-eight KPS, Sir.”

“Missile flight time?”

“Approximately one-eight-nine seconds, Sir.”

Coglin nodded and rubbed his lower lip. His missiles would still burn out nine seconds before they reached Fearless, and part of him wanted to wait. To conceal the fact that Sirius was armed until Fearless was close enough that his birds’ drives would last all the way to their target. The chance of a hit would be marginally greater if they retained their power to maneuver and follow Fearless’s evasion, but only marginally at such a range. And, truth to tell, it probably wouldn’t really make a good goddamn’s difference. Under power or ballistic, the flight time would be long enough to give the cruiser’s point defense plenty of time to engage them.

Then again, he thought sourly, it was possible Harrington already suspected Sirius was armed. She certainly seemed to have figured everything else out! If she did suspect, holding his fire to try to surprise her would be pointless, yet even if she did suspect the truth, it was unlikely she realized quite how heavily armed the big Q-ship actually was. Coglin had come to possess a lively respect for the Manticoran officer’s sheer guts as he watched her actions in Basilisk, but this was entirely too much like a mouse chasing a cat.

He considered his options carefully. The smartest thing to have done, he acknowledged grudgingly, would have been to obey Harrington’s order to heave to. If he’d stopped, let the cruiser come into energy range, and then blown his panels, he could have wiped her out before she even realized what was happening. But he hadn’t, and that mistake left him with a much less attractive range of choices.

Fearless was out-gunned by a factor of ten, whether Harrington knew it or not, but RMN cruisers were tougher than the numbers might suggest. If he turned on her, she would not only have the higher base velocity as they closed, but her higher acceleration and lower mass would make her far more maneuverable than Sirius in close combat. The way she’d taken out the courier boat’s drive told him Harrington was no shiphandler to take lightly, and if his sidewalls were tougher than hers, her main impeller bands were just as impenetrable as his own. If he got drawn into a close-range dogfight against a more agile opponent, she might just get lucky and score a hit or two in the right place before she died. If she crippled his Warshawski sails, for example, it wouldn’t even matter whether or not he could get into hyper. He’d get home eventually, no doubt, but he could never reach the rendezvous in time to stop the task force. Not under impeller drive alone, and especially not when he’d have to detour around the Tellerman rather than using it.