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On Patrol: Moving On

Firus wasn’t surprised.

“To hell with it, then. Adjust course to avoid the supply route, but our destination won’t be changing. We’ll find out exactly what’s going on when we get to the front.”

“Captain.”
“Sir.”
“Aye, captain.”

“Miles!”

I turned automatically.

“Captain.”
“Do you think this is related to your sightings of the ship behind us?”

No hesitation.

“Yes, sir. Too much of a coincidence otherwise. They want to stop us, perhaps to get at the ship, maybe so we don’t reach the front. Possibly both.”

He sighed, tiredly.

“All right. Get yourself to the galley and warmed up. You’re on for bridge watch today.”

I saluted smartly. Perhaps some strong coffee was in order after all.

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