Hannibal walked into the tiny recreation area to find BA and Joy resting on the sofas looking wiped out.

"Finished the repairs?" Hannibal asked. Though they had been in flight for several hours now, there'd still been plenty to fix and the two engineers had been slaving away the whole time.

"All done," BA said. "We nearly home?"

"Twenty minutes out." Hannibal looking at his watch. Almost midnight. Unless Maggie wanted a very late supper, it looked like today would be a washout on that score.

"Where's Face?" BA asked.

"Sleeping." Hannibal sat down beside Joy who handed him a cup of coffee. "In his cabin anyway."

BA nodded. "He okay?"

Hannibal shook his head. "I think he's a bit freaked out, getting so close to Kyle." He glanced at Joy for a second. Maybe said too much there. Not her business.

"They've got a history," Hannibal explained. "Can't say anything else."

She nodded and he knew she understood. Anyone who'd been through combat knew some things stayed only between friends. He knew she wouldn't mention it.

"Okay," Joy stood up. "I'm going to get cleaned up before we land."

Hannibal watched her go. He thought about his earlier instruction to Face not to let her wander about alone, but he dismissed that now. A man could change his mind, couldn't he? He trusted his judgement and he trusted her. Face had been right. She's Army, she's 'one of us'.

He turned to BA, who was examining a piece of burnt out machinery and grumbling.

"You know how much a replacement for this part costs?"

Hannibal smiled. "You sound like Face."

"Yeah, well when it comes to you getting my ship blown up, I'm gonna complain as much as he does."

"I didn't get her blown up," Hannibal protested. "Just slightly bruised."

"You gonna be slightly bruised if you do it again," BA warned.

"Aw, c'mon, BA, it was fun. Just like the old days." He grinned, but BA didn't crack a smile as he stood up.

"Not quite, man." He tucked the broken part under his arm and headed out of the door. Hannibal heard him speak quietly as he left. "When we repaired 'em in the old days we had to clean the blood off first."

-o-O-o-

Face emerged from the bunkroom in time for the landing, taking his place on the flight deck. He stayed quiet and Hannibal didn't press the matter. Couldn't anyway, with Joy there. He'd try to get some time later to talk to Face.

The ship touched down on the landing pad, which started to descend as they closed the systems down.

"Anybody up for grabbing a late supper at The Spot?" Joy offered as they walked down the ramp off the ship. "I'm starving."

"Me too," BA said.

"Okay, well, hang on while I, um --" She winked at Hannibal, "While I just go put something away on my ship."

"Wonder if Murdock is back yet?" Hannibal said as they waited. "That data he's bringing, well, I just have a good feeling that will be the thing that gives us the edge."

Joy rejoined them a moment later and they walked through the long corridor to the door into the town. It opened before they reached it and Hannibal was surprised to see Ted and Amy there. Ted strode forward and Amy hurried after him.

"Hey, Sheriff," Hannibal called. "We had a little encounter with Kyle. And we still need to regroup and go back out to complete the repairs and --" he stopped, since Ted was clearly ignoring him. The sheriff walked right up to Joy, his face stern, yet anguished.

"Captain Frost, I'm sorry, you're under arrest."

-o-O-o-

Calvin handed Murdock three data chips.

"There's a year's worth of data on each one. It will take you hours to process."

"Then I'd better get moving. It was, ah, nice meeting you." If nice meant slightly disturbing. He offered his hand and Calvin shook it. Murdock looked around. "Where's Duchess got to?"

"Probably sleeping."

"She's a nice cat," Murdock said. "But even I can't imagine living with only a cat for company."

"Oh she's practically human," Calvin said. "She sleeps all day, is expensive to keep and tries to claw my face off when she gets angry." He grimaced. "It's like living with my second wife all over again."

Murdock laughed. "Okay, the colonel's waiting for the data. I'll say 'hi' to Joy from..." he trailed off and looked up. "You hear something?"

"No, I - wait. Yes. A rumbling sound." Calvin looked up too, frowning. "Can you feel...?"

Duchess hurtled into the room like a missile and ran straight up Calvin's back onto his shoulder. Murdock saw him wince and guessed she's dug her claws in deep. She hissed madly, all her fur puffed up. A second later, the men felt what the cat already could. The room shook. A slight vibration at first, but quickly growing in intensity. The lights began to flicker.

"It's an earthquake!" Murdock yelled, suddenly very aware of the tons of rock over their heads. "A moonquake! Whatever the hell you call it!"

"No," Calvin stared around. "It can't be. This area is seismically stable."

"Listen." Murdock suddenly heard something besides the vibration. "Can you hear it? It's a drill. Damn! They're drilling down to you! Come on!" He grabbed Calvin's arm and dragged him away as the shaking got so strong that lights and furniture began to fall.

"No! My pictures!"

"Move! Or you'll be painting commissions for the boardroom in hell." Murdock pushed him into the short corridor to the landing pad. Duchess still clung to his shoulder. He didn't have to carry her; he'd probably have to have her surgically removed. Murdock pressed the button to seal the door and as it closed, he saw the tip of a huge drill bit burst through the roof. The door sealed and he ran, pulling Calvin with him.

-o-O-o-

Ted closed and locked the cell door behind Joy. She turned to glare at him through the bars.

"Ted, this is ridiculous! You can't possibly believe I'm working for Kyle!"

"Is this recording the best evidence you've got, Sheriff?" Hannibal said, looking up from the desk, where Amy had shown him the recording they had found. He gave the sheriff a scowl as fierce as Joy's.

"I've got fingerprint evidence from the transmitter," Ted said. "And the data chip."

"That's my workshop. My fingerprints are on everything in there!"

"Does the lady get a lawyer?" Face asked. Hannibal glanced up at him. Always the realist.

"We don't actually have any lawyers living on Ganymede," Ted said.

"No lawyers?" Hannibal's eyes widened and he grinned.

"Think I'll move here," Face said, taking the words out of Hannibal's mouth.

"I've sent out a message. One will arrive as soon as possible." Ted looked at Joy. "Meanwhile you can nominate a person of your choice to act as your representative. Dr Sullivan has already said she'd be happy to do that for you."

"Maggie's a doctor, not a lawyer," Hannibal pointed out.

"I know that," Ted said. "It's just an emergency provision; the representative can't give legal advice. They are just an observer, a witness."

"So he can't beat me up or anything," Joy put in scowling at the sheriff. Then she stopped scowling and started to look more worried. She looked at the floor and bit her lip. "Actually," she said, looking up after a moment. "Much as I appreciate Maggie's volunteering, maybe it's better if it's someone more neutral. Miss Allen?"

Amy looked startled. She had been sitting on the side of the desk, beside Hannibal, but slid off it and stood up.

"Me? Um, Joy," she flushed. "You should know that I'm the one who first said that the sheriff should arrest you."

"Ah." Joy looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "Be that as it may, I'd still like you to do it. If these guys," she nodded at the team, "if they trust you I think I can too."

Amy blushed, Hannibal saw, just a little. He smiled. Yeah, Joy could trust her. Smart choice, he thought. Like she'd said, a neutral party. And a journalist, so naturally suspicious of the police and determined to know the truth. Very smart choice.

"Thank you, Captain," Amy said. "I'd be honoured."

Hannibal went back to watching the message. He shook his head.

"I don't get it. Why the hell send all this footage? Why not just write a message saying, 'this is what they said and this is what they decided'?"

The council meeting he could almost understand. But what was the point of recording and sending off their dinner? The only bit of planning that had come out of that had been Murdock's visit to Calvin and he'd already figured the traitor in their midst had told Kyle about that.

The rest was just standard dinner conversation. Why the hell would Kyle need to hear Hannibal's film business anecdotes? Or Face spinning a line to anything vaguely female in the vicinity? Made no sense.

He sighed. This whole situation made less sense all the time. Now Joy was locked up and Hannibal didn't believe in her guilt for a moment. He'd made his assessment. He considered his ability to judge people as one of his most valuable abilities and he'd judged her trustworthy. Of course, he could just be too stubborn to accept the possibility that he could be wrong. That had been - he grimaced - pointed out to him before as a tendency of his.

He sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head had begun to pound. He needed sleep. BA too. Face had slept through most of the journey back, so he could take the watch.

"You won't be questioning the Captain until the morning, will you, Sheriff?" Hannibal glared, making it clear this wasn't a question. "She's entitled to rest."

Ted frowned and bristled. "Thank you, Colonel. You don't need to tell me how to do my job. I will, as you say, question her in the morning."

"Okay," Amy said, brightly, heading off an argument. "Let's all get some rest, shall we?"

"Face will take the watch," Hannibal said. "Face, I want to know the second Murdock comes back."

"Right, Colonel." Face nodded. "You want me to stay here in the office?"

"With Ted's permission," Hannibal said, diplomatically.

"Fine. I'll be sleeping here anyway," Ted said. "Since I have..." He grimaced, obviously not liking the idea, "a prisoner." He sighed. "Oh, god, when people hear about this in the morning, all hell is going to break loose."

"Then better get some rest ready for it," Hannibal advised. "Joy, can we bring you anything? Change of clothes?"

"Maggie's going to fetch her some stuff from home in the morning," Amy said. "Joy, I'll be here first thing, before the sheriff questions you."

"Thanks, Amy." Joy sat down on the bunk in the cell; her hands clasped together, head down. She looked smaller and older than before and Hannibal had to resist the urge to stay here himself. There's no need, he told himself. Face is on guard. Everything will be fine.

-o-O-o-

Murdock and Calvin piled into the shuttle.

"Get the doors open while you still can," Murdock said, knowing if they couldn't open the doors at the top of the landing bay, they'd be trapped down here. Calvin started tapping fast at a console, contacting the computer controlling the doors. Murdock prepped the ship for a fast take off. He smiled grimly. Wasn't it always a fast take off?

"Mr Murdock, I can open the doors, but I can't initiate the landing platform elevator."

"Then open those doors and hang on to your, um, cat."

"Doors open in five seconds. Five... Four... Three..."

Murdock blasted all the power he could into the engines and hoped it took them at least three seconds to rise through the shaft of rock. They rose, and cleared the doors just as Calvin said, "One."

The shuttle burst out of the shaft like a cork from a champagne bottle. Murdock glanced over to see Calvin had his eyes closed.

"We're clear!" Murdock called. "And we've got company."

One large ship and a couple of shuttles hung close over the ground and over a new hole in the ground that led down into Calvin's bunker.

"Let's get the blue hell out of here," Murdock said as the two shuttles turned towards Murdock's. The larger ship started to move too, coming around more slowly. "Full power."

Murdock blasted his souped up engines and the tiny ship sped off. Kyle's ships began to pursue.

"Ah, this ship is remarkably fast for its class," Calvin said, hanging onto his seat, looking alarmed.

"I know a really good mechanic," Murdock said, with his best maniacal grin. Calvin had been making him nervous for the last few hours. It must be Murdock's turn now.

The two shuttles soon fell behind, not able to match Murdock's speed. The big ship kept up though and when it got close enough the inevitable happened.

"Powering weapons," Calvin reported. He looked at Murdock with a hopeful expression. "Have you got anything else none standard on here? Like better shields?"

"The shields would barely survive a bird strike," Murdock said. He aimed for something interesting he could see on his navigation screens. "The trick is not to get hit."

"Oh, that's okay then."

Murdock swerved to port as Kyle's ship fired and suddenly rock rushed past on either side as they dipped down into and hurtled along a canyon.

"Oh my god!" Calvin gasped gripping the arms of his chair as tight as Duchess still gripped his shoulder.

Murdock didn't waste any breath on reassuring him. Either they made it or they didn't and if they didn't and the last thing he'd said had been: 'we'll be fine' then he'd die a liar.

Kyle's ship was too big to drop down into the canyon. It followed them with plasma beams blasting instead. But Murdock kept his course so erratic, dodging and weaving and hurtling around bends, that nothing even grazed them.

Then they burst from the end of the canyon onto the wide-open floor of a crater. No cover. Kyle's ship bore down. Murdock took the shuttle lower, so low the dust on the crater floor blew up behind them in a wake. He zigzagged to avoid the weapons fire.

"Come on Kyle, you bastard, lower, lower. Better chance of hitting me if you get closer. Where are your guts?" He flipped open a cover on a switch and hovered a finger over it. Kyle's ship came lower still, almost as low as Murdock's.

"Now!" Murdock snapped and pressed the button. "Bombs away!" He accelerated and counted "one two three". Timing was all. Kyle had to be right over it when...

The mine Murdock had released exploded. Kyle's ship was barely two hundred metres directly above it and the explosion threw a storm of rock at it. Murdock and Calvin saw the ship thrown from its course and spun around. Breathless, they waited. Would it recover and follow?

No. Murdock grinned as the ship sank down slowly to land, unable to go on. He pulled back on their own speed a bit, no sense in draining their power now they weren't being pursued. But he kept it above what those other two standard shuttles could manage, in case they caught up. He set course for Galileo City.

Job done, he leaned back in his chair and grinned at the pale and wide-eyed Calvin.

"Coffee? Tea? A large sedative?"

"Mr Murdock, you are..." Calvin shook his head, sounded short of breath. "You are a remarkable pilot."

Murdock winked. "You should have seen me when I was in practice."