Their packs held the gear each man would need on the mission. The sergeant stepped into themiddle of the aisle, his voice taking them all in now. Absolutely, colonel. After several seconds his screen split, a middle-aged face and shavenhead sharing it now with the chief intelligence officer.
Finally he shot the lieutenant,just to be sure he was dead. Movrik's various offworld gates opened intothe middle of a room, on the family estate referred to as headquarters. Durslan drew his thoughts back to his dissertation. Beglad the boots'll fit better than these greens, he said.
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