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"Very well." The commander stared back out the viewscreen.
Ops shrugged, shook his head. "Maybe if we had tracking equipment as sophisticated as those on the big cruisers ..."
He shrugged again.
"Maybe." The commander agreed. He watched in silence as the hijacked drop ship successfully eluded all attempts to capture it.
"They've jettisoned their spaceplane," Ops reported. "We've got hold of it."
"Nice we can do something," the commander said acidly.
"Yes, sir," replied Ops. "Hijacked ship has made the jump, sir."
The commander could see that for himself. The drop ship had disappeared into the black void of the Lane. The commander returned to his office.
The debriefings of the Marines who had attempted to stop the hijacking were on his desk. Also the interview with the artificer third class who had been taken hostage. The commander read them, pondered them, read them again.
Odd, he thought. Damn odd.
He reflected, then he gave his computer instructions.
"Put me through to Naval Headquarters, the Lord Admiral. Use the emergency code. Bring them up on-screen."
He sat back and waited. It didn't take long. A pleasantfaced young officer appeared. "I am sorry, Commander, but due to Operation Macbeth, your access has been denied. Please refer to Section 8, paragraph "
"I know, Lieutenant," the commander cut in crisply
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