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out loud meant admitting it to himself.
    “Then what are we doing here, Jim?” Naomi asked.
    “Seven minutes,” Becca said, her voice still eerily calm.
    “Let’s get there. Maybe we can get some people off the shipafter it’s hit. Help with damage control,” Holden said. “Alex, got that plot figured out?”
    “Roger that, XO. Bleeding-g burn-and-flip laid in. Angled approach course so our torch won’t burn a hole in the
Cant.
Time to rock and roll?” Alex replied.
    “Yeah. Naomi, get your people strapped in for high g,” Holden said, then opened up a channel to Captain McDowell. “Captain, we’re coming in hot. Try to survive, and we’ll have the
Knight
on station for pickup or to help with damage control.”
    “Roger,” McDowell said, and killed the line.
    Holden opened up his channel to Ade again. “Ade, we’re going to burn hard, so I won’t be talking, but leave this channel open for me, okay? Tell me what’s happening. Hell, hum. Humming is nice. I just really need to hear you’re all right.”
    “Okay, Jim,” Ade said. She didn’t hum but she left the channel open. He could hear her breathing.
    Alex began the countdown over the general comm. Holden checked the straps on his crash couch and palmed the button that started the juice. A dozen needles stuck into his back through membranes in his suit. His heart shuddered and chemical bands of iron gripped his brain. His spine went dead cold, and his face flushed like a radiation burn. He pounded a fist into the arm of the crash couch. He hated this part, but the next one was worse. On the general comm, Alex whooped as the drugs hit his system. Belowdecks, the others were getting the drugs that kept them from dying but kept them sedated through the worst of it.
    Alex said, “One,” and Holden weighed five hundred kilos. The nerves at the back of his eye sockets screamed at the massive load of his eyeballs. His testicles crushed themselves against his thighs. He concentrated on not swallowing his tongue. Around him, the ship creaked and groaned. There was a disconcerting bang from belowdecks, but nothing on his panel went red. The
Knight
’s torch drive could deliver a lot of thrust, but at the cost of a prodigious fuel-burn rate. But if they could save the
Cant,
it wouldn’t matter.
    Over the blood pounding in his ears, Holden could hear Ade’s gentle breathing and the click of her keyboard. He wished he could just go to sleep to that sound, but the juice was singing and burning in his blood. He was more awake than he’d ever been.
    “Yes, sir,” Ade said over the comm.
    It took Holden a second to realize she was talking to McDowell. He turned up the volume to hear what the captain was saying.
    “—the mains online, full power.”
    “We’re fully loaded, sir. If we try to burn that hard, we’ll tear the drive right off the mounts,” Ade replied. McDowell must have asked her to fire up the Epstein.
    “Mr. Tukunbo,” McDowell said, “we have… four minutes. If you break it, I won’t bill you.”
    “Yes, sir. Bringing mains online. Setting for maximum burn,” Ade said, and in the background Holden could hear the high-g warning Klaxon. There was a louder clicking as Ade strapped herself in.
    “Mains online in three… two… one… execute,” Ade said.
    The
Canterbury
groaned so loud Holden had to turn the comm volume down. It moaned and shrieked like a banshee for several seconds, and then there was a shattering crash. He pulled up the exterior visual, fighting against the g-induced blackout at the edge of his vision. The
Canterbury
was in one piece.
    “Ade, what the hell was that?” McDowell said, his speech slurred.
    “The drive tearing a strut. Mains are off-line, sir,” Ade replied, not saying
Exactly like I said would happen.
    “What did that buy us?” McDowell asked.
    “Not much. The torpedoes are now at over forty klicks a second and accelerating. We’re down to maneuvering thrusters,” Ade said.
    “Shit,”