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Special Agent Ryan Miller eased his corsair into the golden atmosphere of Gargantua. His ship, shaking badly from re-entry, relinquished control to him, and he sliced the corsair through a cloud, coming up on the remains of the Gargantua Medical Facility for Military Research.
“I’ll be damned,” he said, looking at the giant crater where the hospital had been.
As he descended, he flew past several police ships that patrolled the area, saluting to the pilots as he passed.
“Mmm mmm mmm,” Miller said, “That must have been one precise bomb or some really hungry aliens.”
His radio opened up.
“State your business,” a female police officer said.
“GALPOL, Special Agent Ryan Miller. I called ahead about a murder investigation.”
“Yeah, I remember speaking with you. You’ve come a long way fo
