The UNN Nathan Hale had demanded they stop once it picked them up on its scopes leaving Phoebe. At that point Du Plessis had expected the worst. He was still of a mind that the soldiers that had destroyed the Digression and attacked them were from Earth. If they weren't UN they were some other shadowy militant force. Then the Martian stealth ship they had picked up lingering in the region had fired a full complement of tactical nuclear warheads. Phoebe had been annihilated in a brilliant flare that would trigger sensors across the system. The UN ship hadn't much bothered with them after that. Arriving at Tycho they had followed full decontamination procedures. A separate ship had been set up for them to be scrubbed down head to toe. Their clothes, belongings and even the dead bodies they had brought back had been selerately irradiated. For all they knew it might have been unnecessary but for all they knew that place had been a bio-weapons lab. At least the Martian warheads had covered their tracks. The images of the contorted, burned up bodies still haunted his thoughts. Whilst the Tycho techs - some of the most brilliant engineers in the system - looked over everything they had brought back he had a mind to push those images from his mind. Drinking, dancing and probably the night in Tycho's most upmarket brothel would probably do the trick. The club was bathed in neon blue. He could feel the music more through the floor than he could hear it. And everyone who had gone to Phoebe had unlimited credit at the bar.