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"To a degree, John."

Then Jack spoke up. "They seem to be asleep. I haven't heard any voices in a couple of hours."

"Can you go in right now?"

Scooter, at his station, spoke up. "It will take about five minutes to get there, and ten to deliver the gas. We can avoid their windows pretty much." Scooter was looking at them, about a mile away. He had already started the ship to a vector that crossed all their little windows at steep angles.

"Steven, are you up?" Ferguson wanted to give him an order.

"Yes."

Ferguson ordered him, "Steven, you lead the boarding party. Jack, you'll go along. Jack, you're going to identify Erisa and get her on board. Tie every one of those bastards down so they can't do anything. If that Houston cop, Randy is there, find him too. We'll send up a picture." Ferguson motioned to the Captain, who then started typing on his terminal. "Jim and Scooter, you remain aboard. Be prepared to move away and protect your ship."