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"If you want to see Lieutenant Marsh again," the captor on the display says, "you will have Captain McEndicott - that would be Monica, you have so many redheads in the service - deliver the temporal dimensional matrix to the designated exchange coordinates. And she can bring Captain Fontaine along because she would undoubtedly accompany her."

"How can we trust you?" Dru asks. Though we do not have much choice.
"You have no choice," she says, echoing my thoughts. "And just so you know I mean business," she laughs. "A little demonstration of my power."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" I cry out, holding my head. Dru is grimacing, her palm on her temple.
"Level Six Psionic Detonation," the woman named Waylan says. "You should have a massive headache by now. But that is no excuse. This is a warning. Two hours. Or Marsh dies and you will see what happens when I do more than issue warnings." The screen goes dark.

A series of smaller explosions ripple through the compound. Dru's out of her seat and I'm... well, not fast, but on her tail.
"You okay?" my beautiful wife asks. I look at her wonderful onyx complexion, resisting the urge to caress her cheek.

"Tailored more to me than a random blast," I moan. "But I'll be okay." We head for flight control as ships are evacuating as a precaution. Fires are blazing all over the bay and smoke is pouring out of a half dozen spacecraft. Fortunately our shuttle is undamaged and -
Dru pushes me aside, drawing her sidearm as laser bolts crash into the wall through the space I had been standing in. Two corpses hit the deck, courtesy of well placed shots from my wife.
"We have to get out of here," Dru says as the EOD techs* arrive with MPs. Tara wavers on her feet but calls the shuttle remotely on her commlock, wrapping an arm around my waist. She collapses against me and I pick her up in a firefighter's lift, making our way to the shuttle...

*Explosive Ordnance Disposal

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"If you want to see Lieutenant Marsh again," the captor on the display says, "you will have Captain McEndicott - that would be Monica, you have so many redheads in the service - deliver the temporal dimensional matrix to the designated exchange coordinates. And she can bring Captain Fontaine along because she would undoubtedly accompany her."

"How can we trust you?" Dru asks. Though we do not have much choice.
"You have no choice," she says, echoing my thoughts. "And just so you know I mean business," she laughs. "A little demonstration of my power."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" I cry out, holding my head. Dru is grimacing, her palm on her temple.
"Level Six Psionic Detonation," the woman named Waylan says. "You should have a massive headache by now. But that is no excuse. This is a warning. Two hours. Or Marsh dies and you will see what happens when I do more than issue warnings." The screen goes dark.

A series of smaller explosions ripple through the compound. Dru's out of her seat and I'm... well, not fast, but on her tail.
"You okay?" my beautiful wife asks. I look at her wonderful onyx complexion, resisting the urge to caress her cheek.

"Tailored more to me than a random blast," I moan. "But I'll be okay." We head for flight control as ships are evacuating as a precaution. Fires are blazing all over the bay and smoke is pouring out of a half dozen spacecraft. Fortunately our shuttle is undamaged and -
Dru pushes me aside, drawing her sidearm as laser bolts crash into the wall through the space I had been standing in. Two corpses hit the deck, courtesy of well placed shots from my wife.
"We have to get out of here," Dru says as the EOD techs* arrive with MPs. Tara wavers on her feet but calls the shuttle remotely on her commlock, wrapping an arm around my waist. She collapses against me and I pick her up in a firefighter's lift, making our way to the shuttle...

*Explosive Ordnance Disposal