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. If you don't leave Sisu today, you won't get a second chance. I'm sure of that"
"It's the very last thing that I want from you, son . . . can I depend on you?" Pop said urgently, inside his head.
Thorby sighed. "I guess I have to, Father."
"I think so, too. Now let's hurry."
The gate pass office could not be hurried, especially as Captain Krausa, although identifying himself and son by ship's papers, declined to state his business with the commander of Guard Cruiser Hydra other than to say that it was "urgent and official."
But eventually they were escorted by a smart, armed fraki to the cruiser's hoist and turned over to another. They were handed along inside the ship and reached an office marked "Ship's Secretary -- Enter Without Knocking." Thorby concluded that Sisu was smaller than he had thought and he had never seen so much polished metal in his life. He was rapidly regretting his decision.
The Ship's Secretary was a polite, scrubbed young man with the lace orbits of a lieutenant. He was also very firm. "I'm sorry. Captain, but you will have to tell me your business . . . if you expect to see the Commanding Officer."
Captain Krausa said nothing and sat tight.
The nice young man colored, drummed on his desk. He got up. "Excuse me a moment."
He came back and said tonelessly, "The Commanding Officer can give you five minutes." He led them into a larger office and left them
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