“There,” Alan said, keeping his voice low. “Right there. You see it, yes?” Darragh nodded, following his pointed finger to the ship ahead. “Yeah. I see it.” Everything about space was unnervingly quiet, and they always found themselves whispering in the command module. “See what?” Kiva asked. Darragh didn’t bother looking at him. He leaned forward, stretching his harness, and keyed on the lidar array to map the errant ship. “The killshot,” Alan answered for him. He sat back, scratching his scruffy red beard the way he always did when thinking something through. For his part, Darragh didn’t need to