Beck was steeling himself to ask whether he should really give the orders to launch this mission when the Seal lieutenant interrupted, “Ah, sirs, there’s another reason this may be a mistake.”
Both his superiors glared at him through their respective wallscreens, but he was a Seal and not easily intimidated. “Look here. And here and here.” He drew virtual circles on the shared view around three well-muscled, extremely fit young women gyrating through the crowd on the Chiron wearing yellow bikinis.
The Chief Advisor looked, then barked, “So? All I see is three more BrainTrust dancing skanks.”
The Seal nodded. “That was my first thought too. But those bikinis are the same shade of yellow as the shirts worn by the peacekeepers. That specific swimsuit is one of the peacekeeper uniforms auth
