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. Finding them, he gulped down two. "RFComSec never has emergencies. They're not supposed to have emergencies. They're out in the middle of an uncharted region of space for the sole purpose of not having emergencies. Which comm station?"
"Over here, my lord." A captain rose to her feet, made room for the Lord Admiral. "RFComSec standing by, my lord. Admiral Lopez."
"Thank you, Captain."
She moved discreetly away. Tusk was about to make himself scarce, but Dixter indicated that his adjutant was to stay.
A harried-looking face appeared on screen. The stars on his uniform indicated an admiral, a rear admiral.
"John. Good to talk to you again. It's been too long. A damn shame it's like this, though."
"Good to see you, Roderigo. You're right. It's been too long. Pardon me for saying I wish it was longer. What's up? What've you got? Corasians?"
The rear admiral grimaced. "Funny you should mention that. It's not the Corasians. I almost wish it was. It's Major Mohini. Major Darlene Mohini. She's been taken hostage, kidnapped."
Dixter stared in silence at the screen, scanning the name in his mind, trying to remember. Then, "Good God!" he said, and sat down in a chair. "How did it happen?"
The rear achniral ran his hand through his thinning hair. "It was a professional job. You know that damn flea problem we have? A team of five commandos disguised themselves as exterminators, broke through our security
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