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“We were lucky to get out of that one, boss.”
Huxley handed Florian a towel. Florian wiped his brow and hands of sweat as their corporate airship blazed through hyperspace.
“Can you believe they just let us go?” Tatiana asked.
“It's all part of the plan,” Florian said, throwing the towel on the floor.
He pointed to the pilot.
“Push the ship as fast as it will go,” he said. “We don't have much time left.”
“Why are we headed for a star?” the pilot asked.
Florian folded his arms and stroked his chin.
“We need to please those damn aliens,” Florian said. “We've got Arguses and Zachary soldiers all over the galaxy. The last thing we need is those aliens pissed off at me.”
Tatiana slapped the screen of her tablet.
“Rats,” she said, “We jumped into hyperspace before I could load the
