| Major Makeisha Mansel, wife of the alternate Captain Darryl Mansel, sat back in her guest chair. She had been convinced from the beginning that the new Stealthlon class Stealthlon had been hijacked. It had been her idea to check the flow of leave forms with the UNSF Public Affairs leave database. It had been then when Lamb found the high-ranking officers all taking the same time off. “We know that the Stealthlon has to be around somewhere,” the Intel officer stated, looking at Lamb. “We’ve been able to trace its sublight emissions from nebula to nebula. The only reason a ship goes into a nebula…” “…Is to hide,” finished Commander Smith. “And what of these new emissions we found? Some kind of alien ship? The run parallel to the Stealthlon’s wherever we follow.” “So presumable they teamed up,” said Captain Lamb. “But what can two ships do?” To that, no one had an answer. “That’s why I don’t think Benson stole the ship. And if he did, there’s gotta be a good reason behind it. I mean, he is the commander of the UNSF flagship.” “That doesn’t mean anything,” Major Mansel said rather forcefully. “Above all else, he’s human, a mortal man susceptible to anything. He has flaws.” Captain Lamb nodded. “Let’s just hope we find them before it’s too late.” |
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