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. You have your orders. Proceed."
"The mission is go, Knight Commander?"
"God is with us. The mission is go."
The Knight Commander ended communication.
The Knight Officer paused a moment, waited for the seconds to blink down. Then he was on the comm.
"Zulu time--sixteen hours. Mission is go. I repeat. Mission is go."
"We have sixteen hours, by my calculations," said Xris. "What's our status?"
The team had assembled in the launch module. The drop shity--intruder shields up--had come out of hyperspace, was now lurking about the far fringes of the Ceres system, avoiding any vessel that looked the least official. Fortunately, most space traffic traveled in from a major Lane located near Ceres itself. And if any Navy ship would happen to mn across them, Operation Macbeth gave the team a perfect reason to sit tight and keep quiet.
"I've been monitoring the newsvids," Raoul reported. "According to news anchor James M. Warden, who is reporting live from the location... Have you ever noticed the whiteness of that man's teeth? It is said that they are all his own, down to the last bicuspid. He must use--" "Back on track, Raoul," Xris said patiently.
The Loti rerouted himself. "Ah, yes. Where was IT"
The Little One reminded him.
"Opening ceremonies. They will take place on the steps of the Temple of the Goddess. The same place"--Raoul waved a hand at Xris--"in which we had our most stimulating, albeit terrifying, adventures
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