“Where?” Admiral Ross demanded in his most authoritative voice. The commander of the 4th Fleet ignored Ross and looked over at the Sergeant. “That’ll be all, Sergeant.” “Yes sir.” “We are the only people who know about this, understood?” Admiral Ross said, pointing a finger at the Forensics guy before retracting it. “Well, you don’t know much anyway,” he decided before dismissing him. Blackbird had folded his arms and was tapping the infopad against his head. He was trying his best to ignore both Admiral Pegori’s inquisitive look and Ross’s demanding glare. “Do you remember how long ago it was you saw the information at least?” Admiral Little asked, encouraging him. “It’s been within the last year, I know that,” Blackbird said, thinking. “What all hostile species have we encountered over the last year?” “Not much,” Pegori answered. “We’ve been sweeping up things with the Imperials. The last major battle we had was last year, when they broke their armistice agreement--” “That’s it!” exclaimed Blackbird. “The battle when Mansel and the Explorer came back from that alternate universe!” “So what are you saying?” Ross asked, not following. “These blast patterns are consistent with that from the alternate universe.” Revelation showed on Blackbird’s face. “That means they’re here.” |
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