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. He had placed an urgent call to the king, was waiting for His Majesty to return it. "Major Mohini is our top-level code maker and breaker. She was responsible for designing and setting up the high-level secure communications used by every ship in the fleet. And now she's been kidnapped. Think about it, Tusk. Think about it."
Tusk did. He stared at the picture of the woman he held in his hand, said several words appropriate to the situation, then added lamely, "Begging your pardon, sin"
"No need to apologize." Dixter sighed, ran his hand through his grizzled hair. "I've been saying the same myself. Do you realize that fight now, at this moment, our security is breached? Whoever has the major could potentially gain access to the movements of the fleet, the current position of every ship of the line. Worse then that"--Dixter's voice lowered--"they could send out false commands. Scatter the fleet all over the galaxy. Order our ships into Corasia, for God's sake!"
Tusk was on his feet, pacing about the room. "But why, sir?" Coming to an abrupt halt, he put his hands on Dixter's desk, leaned over it. "Why would Xris--Why would anyone--What motive--"
"Revolution," Dixter said dryly, "for one."
Tusk gave a low whistle, slowly straightened. He considered the matter, then shook his head. "No, sir. Not Xfis."
"We can't ignore the evidence!" Dixter slammed his hand down on top of the rid shots
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