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. They're selling them. And now we think we know who's buying--the Corasians."
Xris sat up straight. Even Rowan, who had been staring listlessly at his desk, lifted his head, his attention caught. The Corasians occupied the galaxy next door and wanted to take over the entire neighborhood. Unfortunately, when the Corasians moved in, they had a bad habit of devouring the neighbors. Made entirely of energy, the fiery bloblike entities roamed about searching for food--any living being would do, but Corasians were particularly fond of human flesh.
"This is only a suspicion, mind you. We can't prove anything--yet. That's why you're all here today. As you can imagine," the super continued grimly, "I've got the boss on my back on this one. Chief Superintendent Robison is in my office more than I am lately. President Robes has taken a personal interest in this investigation, ladies and gentlemen, so let's do this one right. I want to retire in four years on schedule. Got it?"
They all nodded. Xris, glancing at Rowan, was pleased to see some color in his friend's wan face. Work the best remedy for whatever ailed you. Even a broken heart.
"Let's get down to details. Xris, you and Ito and Rowan will conduct a raid on the munitions plant on TISor 13. Word is that's where their central computer system is located. Rowan will handle the computer end. Xris and Ito will find out what's being produced and if it's been designed with those damn Corasian blobs and their robot casings in mind
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