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Paul chuckled at his wife’s concern “I don’t think we’re dealing with anything hostile,” he said “I think we’re going to find another ship in distress like our own”

“Then why do we all have weapons?” Elena asked She held a pistol Two AR-15s rested on the deck Paul and Gamay would carry the rifles

“For the inevitable ,” Paul deadpanned

As the FRC raced on through the darkness, the radio squaith a barely audible signal as the chief called them

“FRC, this is Condor You’ve gone off the scope We’re not reading your signature any third and heading for home”

The trans “Rounding third” told Paul they were about three rabbed theus on?”

“No sign of outfielders ready to throw ho”

“Wilco,” Paul said He put the radio down “Coast is clear,” he told the others

“So thought the mouse, as she raced for the cheese,” said Gamay

Paul returned to the boatching and waiting

“She hts by now”

“Have to agree with that,” Paul said He looked up The waxing ht on this cloudless night Even if the target was running dark, they should have been able to see it

“Duke, what’s our heading?”

“Zero nine five,” Duke replied

“It should be right in front of us”