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'Tll take that under advisement. In the meantime, increase speed. Give me everything you've got."
"Yes, Pilot Luck," said the computer, adding, after a moment, "I must admit, I find this rather exhilarating. I was once assigned to a short-range Scimitar myself, when I was in the Navy."
"Were you?" said Harry, his gaze divided between the thousand-kilometer buoy, blinking up ahead, and the Katana itself, which could now be seen through the viewscreen. "Then perhaps you could tell me why it's not firing at us. We must be dead in the pilot's sights."
"Pilots are not permitted to fire this close to the station, sir, unless under enemy attack."
"And maybe the soldiers were bluffing back there," Xris said, eyeing Rowan. "Maybe they don't want to blow up Major Mohini."
"It's possible." Rowan appeared thoughtful.
Tracer fire flashed past the viewscreen.
"Warning shot across the bow," Harry said. "XP, plot the jump. I want to be ready the moment we hit the Lane."
"What course?" XP asked.
Harry looked questioningly at Xris.
"Olefsky's system. The rendezvous site. If Raoul manages to extricate himself from whatever predicament he's in, he'll know to meet us there."
Harry nodded, provided the computer with the coordinates. Another shot from the Katana streaked past the viewscreen, this one so close that it seemed to blaze right through the cockpit, temporarily blinding all of them
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