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"Major Mohini must not be allowed to remain in enemy hands," he said slowly. "Give her captors every opportunity to surrender. If they don't, orders are: Shoot to kill."
"Yes, my lord." The rear admiral signed off.
Dixter looked suddenly old, tired. "Now we wait."
Tusk was studying the still photos, staring in baffiement at
Xris and the attractive, intelligent-looking woman he was holding at gunpointъ
"Who is this Major Mohini, sir?" Tusk asked. "And why is she so damn important?"
Dixter told him.
CHAPTER 19
ъ . . because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved ....
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Raoul was not happy. He was not enjoying himself--an unusual and alarming state of affairs for a Loti. Lying naked on a bed, his hands and feet locked in steel paralyzers, was a situation that--under different circumstances-might have afforded Raoul a certain amount of pleasure. The room in which he was incarcerated was actually quite charming, tastefully decorated, with ambient lighting and a view of the stars outside his window. The bed was comfortable, the sheets delicately scented. But even these amenities--and the interesting situation in which he found himself---could do nothing to raise the Loti's spirits.
"I attribute this, first, to the large and undoubtedly unsightly bump on my forehead
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