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“Lead Trifect, I have Dr. Molusko on the halo-screen from Alpha 30.”
“You’re late, doctor. I gave you three hours to get the information I asked for. It’s been three hours and ten minutes.”
The elderly director of Alpha 30 didn’t say a word. He wasn’t happy taking valuable time from his day to compile a list of fools involved in a firefight. Especially fools who jeopardized the welfare of everyone in his hospital. He was less happy being dressed down by the Lead Trifect. He ran a hand through the frizzy, silver mane on his head and then wiped his face with a cleansing towelette. The long days fighting the epidemic had taken him to the breaking point. He was in no mood to put up with more guff from anyone, including the Lead Trifect.
“Do you want this information or not?”
“I’m waiti
