Rycer stood still and closed his eyes.
“When does the next shipment leave?" he asked as he opened his eyes.
“It leaves first thing tomorrow, and from this very medical center," Ducla answered. “I'm finishing up preparations for the shipment now."
The doctor waved his hand over the blue boxes stacked by his desk.
“You won't be alone," he continued, exhaling swiftly. “Condra Mazet and Condra Re should be here in the next few hours. Between the three of you, the council feels certain this shipment will be successful."
Rycer laid a steady hand on his brother's shoulder.
“I'll prepare my crew. Let me know when you are ready to have these loaded into the transport."
Ducla nodded and went back to his work.
Vesta followed Rycer out of the medical building and back towards the jet.
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