In the gray emptiness between Mars and Jupiter, the silence was absolute. Lieutenant Marcus Webb guided his F-42 Starhawk through the debris field, his sensors sweeping for any sign of the alien scout his squadron had been tracking for three days.
"Ghost Lead, this is Ghost Two. I've got a heat signature. Bearing one-eight-zero, fifty klicks."
Captain Elena Vasquez's voice crackled in his ear. "Confirmed. Move to intercept. Weapons hot."
Marcus pushed his throttle forward, the Starhawk's twin engines glowing blue. The debris thinned, and then he saw it—a vessel unlike any he had enco