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“Where the hell is my son?” This was the third time Conway asked, and he was tired of getting the run-around.
“We think he’s somewhere near Feltte Six, Prefect Conway. From the reports we’ve received, his transport left Feltte Six about five hours ago.”
“Where the hell is Feltte Six?”
“It’s one of our protectorate planets about three light years from Yanda.”
“So, you think he’s somewhere close to Feltte Six? Is he there or not?”
“The Trifect member sitting in the middle, power position at the conference table responded. “We have no reason to believe he isn’t at this position, Prefect Conway.” The Lead Trifect knew he made a mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. The double-negative response made him sound like a lame-brain politician who was trying to peddle an outrageous lie
