start. He'd never been to military pilot school, but he knew that years of training had compartmentalized Alex's brain into two halves: piloting problems and, secondarily, everything else. Matching Eros and getting a course for it was the former. Extra-solar space aliens trying to destroy humanity wasn't a piloting issue and could be safely ignored until he left the cockpit. He might have a nervous breakdown afterward, but until then, Alex would keep doing his job.
"Drop back to fifty thousand klicks and maintain a constant distance," Holden told him.
"Huh," said Alex. "Maintainin' a constant distance might be tough, Cap. Eros just disappeared off the radar."
Holden felt his throat go tight.
"Say again?"
"Eros just disappeared off the radar," Alex was saying, but Holden was already punching up the sensor suite to check for himself. His telescopes showed the rock still moving on its new course toward the sun. Thermal imaging showed it as slightly warmer than space. The weird feed of voices and madness that had been leaking out of the station was still detectable, if faint. But radar said there was nothing there.
Magic, a small voice at the back of his mind said again.
No, not magic. Humans had stealth ships too. It was just a matter of absorbing the radar's energy rather than reflecting it. But suddenly, keeping the asteroid in visual range became all the more important. Eros had shown that it could move fast and maneuver wildly, and it was now invisible to radar. It was entirely possible that a mountain-sized rock could disappear completely.
Gravity began to pile up as the Roci chased Eros toward the sun.
"Naomi?"
She looked up at him. The fear was still in her eyes, but she was holding it together. For now.
"Jim?"
"The comm? Could you...?"
The chagrin on her face was the most reassuring thing he'd seen in hours. She shifted control to his station, and he opened a connection request.
"UNN corvette, this is the Rocinante, please respond."
"Go ahead, Rocinante," the other ship said after half a minute of static.
"Calling to confirm our sensor data," Holden said, then transmitted the data regarding Eros' movement. "You guys seeing the same thing?"
Another delay, this one longer.
"Roger that, Rocinante."
"I know we were just about to shoot each other and all, but I think we're a little past that now," Holden said. "Anyway, we're chasing the rock. If we lose sight of it, we might never find it again. Want to come with? Might be nice to have some backup if it decides to shoot at us or something."
Another delay, this one almost two minutes long; then a different voice came on the line. Older, female, and totally lacking the arrogance and anger of the young male voice he'd been dealing with so far.
"Rocinante, this is Captain McBride of the UNN Escort Vessel Ravi." Ah, thought Holden. I've been talking to the first officer all along. The captain finally took the horn. That might be a good sign. "I've sent word to fleet command, but it's a twenty-three minute lag right now, and that rock's putting on speed. You have a plan?"
"Not really, Ravi. Just follow and gather intel until we find an opportunity to do something that makes a difference. But if you came along, maybe none of your people will shoot at us accidentally while we figure it out."
There was a long pause. Holden knew that the captain of the Ravi was weighing the chance that he was telling the truth against the threat he'd made against their science vessel. What if he was in on whatever was happening? He'd be wondering the same thing in their position.
"Look," he said. "I've told you my name. James Holden. I served as a lieutenant in the UNN. My records should be on file. It'll show a dishonorable discharge, but they'll also show that my family lives in Montana. I don't want that rock to hit Earth any more than you do."
The silence on the other end continued for another few minutes.
"Captain," she said, "I believe my superiors would want me to keep an eye on you. We'll be coming along for the ride while the brains figure this out."
Holden let out a long, noisy exhale.
"Thanks for that, McBride. Keep trying to get your people on the line. I'm going to make a few calls myself. Two corvettes are not going to fix this problem."
"Roger that," the Ravi replied, then killed the connection.
"I've opened a connection with Tycho," Naomi said.
Holden leaned back in his chair, the mounting gravity of their acceleration