Last Full Measure - Michael A. Martin
“You Starfleet folks have any luck
today tracking down those Xindi and their
superweapon?”
The muscles in Travis Mayweather’s neck tightened involuntarily. “Captain Archer and the whole senior staff are doing everything they can,” he said quietly.
“If you can’t find ’em, Ensign, we can’t kill ’em,” Chang said. In a single smooth motion he rose from the bed and stood at parade rest, still regarding Mayweather with that raptor’s stare.
“If we can’t find the Xindi, Corporal, then nobody can,” ...