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Updated: May 20, 2025
Once Jimmy had a feeling that he ought not to run back to safety before endeavoring, to see what had happened to Parker, but the flight sub-commander had been most explicit in his instructions on that head. "If you by any chance lose Parker," he had said, "come back." He had lost Parker, right enough.
Have the bombing crews stand by for orders." "What do you anticipate, sir?" asked Correy, my new sub-commander. The other officers waited tensely for my reply. "I don't know, Mr. Correy," I admitted reluctantly. "We have no information upon which to base an assumption. We do know that two ships have been sent here, and neither of them have returned. Something prevented that return.
I smiled broadly at the mention of the comet, the silver insignia, worn over the heart, that would mark my future rank as commander, replacing the four-rayed star of a sub-commander which I wore now on my tunic. "Tell me more, sir," I said confidently. "You have heard of the Special Patrol Ship Filanus?" asked my late commander gravely. "Reported lost in space," I replied promptly.
Arrived there, he found that both the flight commander and sub-commander were out. No one seemed worrying much about him.
I was sub-commander, at the time, of the Kalid, one of the early ships of the Special Patrol. We had been called to Zenia on special orders, and Commander Jamison, after an absence of some two hours, returned to the Kalid with his face shining, one of his rare smiles telling me in advance that he had news and good news. He hurried me up to the deserted navigating room and waved me to a seat.
The flight sub-commander stepped beside the fuselage as Jimmy shut off the engine, and said: "I have given detailed instructions to Parker. You are to watch him and stay with him. If you by any chance lose him, come back. Are your maps and instruments all right?" "Yes, sir." Then off with you, and good luck.
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