- Small Worlds
- Chapter Twenty-Three
Noonjack, meanwhile, laughed, despite having to keep his hand on his head to stifle the bleeding. "So, looks like our job won't be so hard after all. Simply wait for them to go in there, and *plink.* Vaniah's gone." Captain Holt rolled his eyes. "It could be a wormhole, you know. He might just disappear." "So what? We've got him right—" The blip on their radar, signaling the Wooster, noted a sudden burst of speed. "Gah! Quick, men, full speed!" Holt shouted. Noonjack was somewhat put off by this. "Holt, I ain't captain, and—" "DAMN RIGHT YOU AREN'T! Wait, why did they stop going so fast? And, um, why did they drop off the screen, along with our fighters?" "AND I ONLY GOT A B+ IN RELATIVITY THEORY, WHICH I'M SURE YOU DID A MUCH BETTER JOB IN..." "Oh... relativity theory... er, how much is this thing capable of?" "80% the speed of light... Cadet. Perhaps Captain Noonjack could explain what that means, since he is clearly much smarter than you." Zeke commented through gritted teeth, standing at the entrance.