Chapter 3Iwaved Altamonte into the office as Lt. Wendy Chen finished herreporton the planet survey. All our squadrons had turned up nothing. Lt.Chen is one of our finest young recruits. Intelligent, dedicated,eager. Slender with dark hair, her face showed signs of her Asianancestry. When the major walked in, he kept his glare toward her.Without missing a syllable, Lt. Chen shot out her arm and grabbedhischin.
“Ialso have the neuro-electro implants, major,” she said. She yankedhis head toward me. “So keep your eyes on thecommander.”
Ihad to smile.
“Sosumming it up, we have three squadrons out at various points inthishemisphere. They have scientific equipment galore and the besttechnology we can provide them. And in the admittedly short timethey’ve been surveying, they have found nothing
