When Carl's fingers stopped, time, distance, speed, number of ships, and types of vessels were fully displayed.
"And what about our ambush location?" Cecilia pressed on.
"This is our ambush position." Carl pointed out several markers on the virtual screen, but his eyes never met Cecilia's. His big head bobbed around; whatever Cecilia said, he answered, maintaining a very proper attitude.
Fatty sneered, this Radish Head has a guilty conscience!
"Here's the U2 Jump Point of the third segment of the main channel. It takes at least ten hours from our location," Cecilia said sarcastically, "If we add the time squeezed by the enemy's advance scout ships, should I assume we only have a two-hour window to set an ambush in this dangerous obstacle zone? Don't you think it's too risky?"
