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Florian watched from the darkened bridge as the pioneer ship reoriented itself toward a Zachary warrior ship, which rocketed toward a black corsair in the distance.
“They’ve asked for identification,” the skipper said, listening to the play-by-play on his radio. “Whoever it is, they’re not speaking.”
“Tell them to shoot,” Miloschenko said. “Blow them the hell up.”
“Amen,” Florian said. “Now!”
The corsair quickly turned and blasted into hyperspace. The Zachary warrior ship followed.
“Follow them,” Miloschenko said.
“No, don’t follow!” Florian said. “What’s the matter with you? What if it’s a trap?”
“I need to know who’s following me,” Miloschenko said.
“How about you let the guns shoot first and give you a report?” Florian asked.
“And lose the opportunity for torture?” Milosche
