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Tag, They're It.

“Ing, order a spoken word tag, I need to see if this isn’t unique.”

Ing pauses one second too much…

“Ing, is there a problem, I gave you an order.”

“General, off the record?”

“At ease Doctor.”

“Lorn, you can’t make that kind of order, you know that, it will be troop-wide.”

“Maq, I’m aware of that, but for other reasons. Song isn’t the first report, there are others. They’ve utilized code, non-verbal communication. ISIS picked up a common pattern of, believe it or not, politeness. Excuse me, please, thank you and too many answers being delivered in complete sentences—

“Lorn, what are—

—so, you’re right, we really wouldn’t know where to start, I was picking at straws. Now what?"

“I was going to ask, ‘What are we going to do’?”

“First, we have to keep them apart. Our next frontline is .0000001 light years away, about half a million miles. Maybe order emergency stasis?”

“On record now Captain Ria, their on-board Union Rep, Mlle. SoSu, won’t go for that. No restraints, ever. I’m out”.

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