From the Inside Flap
From the Back Cover
"Tactical now online, captain," said Petty Officer Altman. "I'm sending the feed to your plot now, sir. New targets--one point eight million kilometers and closing."
Three ships of unknown type had somehow snuck in the back door and surprised the battle group. Lahaie sat staring at the red icons on the screen. She was not a happy camper and she needed to know how and why this happened. She did not want to be the one at the receiving end of the battle group commander's wrath for dropping the ball. Someone was asleep at the switch, she thought.
"Sound general quarters," she commanded. "Tie me into the command net."
"General quarters, aye," repeated Sub-Lieutenant Carl Vachon, the deck officer on watch.
"We're being painted--missile launch! Impact in ten minutes!" came the startled and excited report from Altman.
exerpt from Death's Door