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And right now I will it to be Miles Naismith.



He exited the booth and strode down the concourse, short legs pumping, both riveting and repelling the sideways stares

of startled strangers. See Miles. See Miles run. See Miles get what he deserves. He marched head-down, and no one got in his

way.



He ducked into the personnel pod, a tiny four-man shuttle, as soon as the hatch seal sensors blinked green and the door

dilated. He hit the keypad for it to close again behind him immediately. The pod was too little to maintain a grav field. He

floated over the seats and pulled himself carefully down into the one beside the lone pilot, a mail in Dendarii grey tech

coveralls.



"All right. LetТs go."



The pilot grinned and sketched him a salute as he strapped in. Otherwise appearing to be a sensible adult male, he had

the same look on his face as the comm officer, Hereld; excited, breathless, watching eagerly, as if his passenger were about to

pull treats from his pockets.



He glanced over his shoulder as the pod obediently broke free of the docking clamps and turned. They swooped away

from the skin of the station into clear space. The traffic control patterns made a maze of colored lights on the navigation

console, through which the pilot swiftly threaded them.



"Good to see you back, Admiral," said the pilot as soon as the tangle grew less thick. "WhatТs happening?"



The edge of formality in the pilotТs tone was reassuring. Just a comrade in arms, not one of the Dear Old Friends, or

worse, Dear Old Lovers. He essayed an evasion. "When you need to know, youТll be told." He made his tone affable, but