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The pilot was blank faced as she nodded her head at the comms terminal. We’d burned clear of Earth orbit a few minutes back, slipping through an electro-magnetic haze of military scanners without a blip. A pair of cold blue eyes stared up at me from the holo with the laser-like focus I remembered. “Actually, it’s General these days,” he said in response to my terse greeting. “Central Command was very impressed by our last op.”
“Congratulations.”
“I seem to recall you promising to kill me if you saw me again.”
“Which I guess is why you sent the ship and didn’t feel the need to come along.”
“I have responsibilities, Captain. Covert Ops is now on stand-by to execute its war-plan. Something I’m keen to avoid, if possible.”
I glanced around at the ship’s interior, all curves and no har
