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"I know he sent an expedition. He may or may not be on it. Michael, they
can't be allowed to get there and back."

"Why?"

"I -- I can't tell you that, yet. I won't, not until you agree to help. To
get me a ship that can jump on its own."

"Do you have any idea what you're asking? Ships like that don't grow on
trees."

"You have the resources. You can do it."

"Sure. But make it worth it to me. What will Psi Corps find out there?"

She hesitated. "If you go, I'll remove the block Bester put in you."

"You're supposed to do that anyway, but you keep stringing me along. And you
didn't answer the question."

"No more delays, Michael. I'll remove the block the second you give me your
word."

Garibaldi rubbed his chin. "I want to know what's out there," he insisted.

"I'm not entirely sure myself," Lyta replied. "But I do know this -- if
Bester gets there first, we're going to lose this war. And when I say {/we/},
I don't just mean the resistance. I mean you, too. If what I suspect is true,
Bester has finally found the magic bullet, and after he shoots us with it,
he's going to put another one right in the collective mundane brain. That,
you can count on."

Garibaldi sighed. "Great. And that's all you're going to say?"

"At this time, yes."

Garibaldi smoothed his palm along his bald pate. "Fine. Here are the terms,
then. My ship, my expedition. You can go, you can bring some of your people,
but the muscle is mine. Whatever you think is out there, you say I can't
trust Bester with it. Maybe I can't trust you with it either. True?"

She didn't answer.

"See, I know the lengths you'd go to to beat the Psi Corps. I'm with you
there. But there are people in your organization who would be just as happy
to stick it to the rest of us as Bester."

"That's not true. We only want to be left alone, to have our own Homeworld."

"So you say, and I honestly think {/you/}, at least, are serious about that.