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."To evaluate the possibilities for an extraction, of course," he repliedabsently, obviously already absorbed in contemplating the image."One might ask first whether an extraction would be a wise use of limitedresources." The more seniorIndowy spoke with the exquisite deference that usually accompanied animmovably firm position."I fail to see the harm in evaluating the feasibility, costs, and risks of anextraction." If I do not smooth over the crack, the entire foundation of thisalliance is at stake.Does Roolnai realize the insult he offers to the humansby their standards? I certainly hope that this is unintentional on his part."Is false hope a harm? When retrieving the agent without damage that willrender her incapable of being restored to reliable operational status isalready so very unlikely?" Roolnai was bland.Too bland."Perhaps not.I find I am tired, my friends.It's been a long night andapparently there is little more we can accomplish together, in any case." TheO'Reilly had stood and turned away.In Indowy body language, it was a gestureof polite fatigue.It was Aelool's fear that the behavior might have moresignificance.Knowing both his friend Nathan and his friend Roolnai, talkingfurther with both together at this point would only increase the rift.He'dhave to work on them separately.Roolnai had already immediately reacted in polite fashion and was moving forthe door.Aelool followed, pausing briefly in the doorway."Friend Nathan, would it be possible to continue our game of chess tomorrowafternoon? Is there a time you might find convenient?" The offer was on thetable.The pause worried him for a moment."I'd like that.I don't know my schedule, but if Thomas could talk to yourAID?"Aelool nodded.Good.The breach was not final.At least, not yet.Titan, Fleet Strike Detention Center, Tuesday, June 18, 21:00"So, who is she?" Robert Tartaglia had not been enamored of his late CO'seccentricities, but he had not wanted him dead.Especially not if his deathwould in any way taint the promotion he had long since genuinely earned onmerit.And it was certainly odd that she had apparently killed Beed in defenseofGeneralStewart.And he sure never would have guessed that guy for acounterintelligence agent.Which was the point, of course, but still.Itwas going to be weird saluting a new CO he'd been used to thinking of as ascrew-up kid first john.Guy was a real James Bond.Imagine, having the spy soga-ga over him she'd actually waited around to be captured out of concern forhis life.Talk about a ladies' man.The dorky first john, GeneralStewart, his new CO.It was just too fucking weird for words.He realizedBaker was looking at him funny."Sorry, Baker, could you repeat that?" he said."I said we don't know who she is.She isn't Sinda Makepeace." Agent Sam Bakerwas a bit rumpled from coming back in after a full day's work.Civvies, nomatter how well made, had nothing on silks for standing up to extended wearand still looking good.Baker probably would have preferred to wear silks, butit was against regulation for the warrant officers assigned to CID, wherekeeping rank out of investigations was essential to the job."FingerprintsPage 169 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmatch, DNA matches, voiceprint doesn't.She sounds like her, and she'sobviously very well coached.But she sure as hell isn't Captain Makepeace.For one thing, our Mata Hari bitched about the poor quality of the localcoffee but regularly drank it.The real Captain Makepeace loathed coffee was atea drinker.I wonder how they missed that.""Cover identities always miss something.So when's the database search on thevoiceprint going to be back so we'll know who she is? Do I have time to gograb a cup of coffee?" He quirked an eyebrow at the younger man."I'm sorry, sir.I wasn't clear enough.The database searches are all back.She's not in them.Any of them.According to the system, she doesn't exist,"he said."Makepeace has an evil twin, Skippy? Or a clone?" His tone was dubious."No twin, and no clone with any technology we know about.Oh, also, we got oneof Makepeace's high school sweethearts on the phone.He said she had a vaguelytriangular mole on her front, to the left, down in the bikini area.No mole onMata Hari.""Careful with that, Sam.Mata Hari's obviously got some phenomenal powers ofattraction." He was only half joking.The woman was a looker, and had alreadyprovoked one man to kill over her."Yes, sir.Those were farther up, sir.""Baker, you've had more interrogation experience than just about anyone elsewe've got because of your organized crime work with the local tongs.We needto get the ball rolling in anticipation of GeneralStewart's return to duty.Consider yourself TDY to the detention center forthe duration, or until the general decides otherwise.I'm gonna go grab somecoffee." He got up to leave but was stopped by the extended hand from avoluminous robe.The hand had some serious claws."A moment of your time, if you please, Colonel." The Tir's voice wasmelodious, almost hypnotic.The colonel might have enjoyed listening to him ifhaving him here weren't such a pain in the ass.But orders were orders."Yes, Your Tir.What can I do for you?" 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."To evaluate the possibilities for an extraction, of course," he repliedabsently, obviously already absorbed in contemplating the image."One might ask first whether an extraction would be a wise use of limitedresources." The more seniorIndowy spoke with the exquisite deference that usually accompanied animmovably firm position."I fail to see the harm in evaluating the feasibility, costs, and risks of anextraction." If I do not smooth over the crack, the entire foundation of thisalliance is at stake.Does Roolnai realize the insult he offers to the humansby their standards? I certainly hope that this is unintentional on his part."Is false hope a harm? When retrieving the agent without damage that willrender her incapable of being restored to reliable operational status isalready so very unlikely?" Roolnai was bland.Too bland."Perhaps not.I find I am tired, my friends.It's been a long night andapparently there is little more we can accomplish together, in any case." TheO'Reilly had stood and turned away.In Indowy body language, it was a gestureof polite fatigue.It was Aelool's fear that the behavior might have moresignificance.Knowing both his friend Nathan and his friend Roolnai, talkingfurther with both together at this point would only increase the rift.He'dhave to work on them separately.Roolnai had already immediately reacted in polite fashion and was moving forthe door.Aelool followed, pausing briefly in the doorway."Friend Nathan, would it be possible to continue our game of chess tomorrowafternoon? Is there a time you might find convenient?" The offer was on thetable.The pause worried him for a moment."I'd like that.I don't know my schedule, but if Thomas could talk to yourAID?"Aelool nodded.Good.The breach was not final.At least, not yet.Titan, Fleet Strike Detention Center, Tuesday, June 18, 21:00"So, who is she?" Robert Tartaglia had not been enamored of his late CO'seccentricities, but he had not wanted him dead.Especially not if his deathwould in any way taint the promotion he had long since genuinely earned onmerit.And it was certainly odd that she had apparently killed Beed in defenseofGeneralStewart.And he sure never would have guessed that guy for acounterintelligence agent.Which was the point, of course, but still.Itwas going to be weird saluting a new CO he'd been used to thinking of as ascrew-up kid first john.Guy was a real James Bond.Imagine, having the spy soga-ga over him she'd actually waited around to be captured out of concern forhis life.Talk about a ladies' man.The dorky first john, GeneralStewart, his new CO.It was just too fucking weird for words.He realizedBaker was looking at him funny."Sorry, Baker, could you repeat that?" he said."I said we don't know who she is.She isn't Sinda Makepeace." Agent Sam Bakerwas a bit rumpled from coming back in after a full day's work.Civvies, nomatter how well made, had nothing on silks for standing up to extended wearand still looking good.Baker probably would have preferred to wear silks, butit was against regulation for the warrant officers assigned to CID, wherekeeping rank out of investigations was essential to the job."FingerprintsPage 169 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmatch, DNA matches, voiceprint doesn't.She sounds like her, and she'sobviously very well coached.But she sure as hell isn't Captain Makepeace.For one thing, our Mata Hari bitched about the poor quality of the localcoffee but regularly drank it.The real Captain Makepeace loathed coffee was atea drinker.I wonder how they missed that.""Cover identities always miss something.So when's the database search on thevoiceprint going to be back so we'll know who she is? Do I have time to gograb a cup of coffee?" He quirked an eyebrow at the younger man."I'm sorry, sir.I wasn't clear enough.The database searches are all back.She's not in them.Any of them.According to the system, she doesn't exist,"he said."Makepeace has an evil twin, Skippy? Or a clone?" His tone was dubious."No twin, and no clone with any technology we know about.Oh, also, we got oneof Makepeace's high school sweethearts on the phone.He said she had a vaguelytriangular mole on her front, to the left, down in the bikini area.No mole onMata Hari.""Careful with that, Sam.Mata Hari's obviously got some phenomenal powers ofattraction." He was only half joking.The woman was a looker, and had alreadyprovoked one man to kill over her."Yes, sir.Those were farther up, sir.""Baker, you've had more interrogation experience than just about anyone elsewe've got because of your organized crime work with the local tongs.We needto get the ball rolling in anticipation of GeneralStewart's return to duty.Consider yourself TDY to the detention center forthe duration, or until the general decides otherwise.I'm gonna go grab somecoffee." He got up to leave but was stopped by the extended hand from avoluminous robe.The hand had some serious claws."A moment of your time, if you please, Colonel." The Tir's voice wasmelodious, almost hypnotic.The colonel might have enjoyed listening to him ifhaving him here weren't such a pain in the ass.But orders were orders."Yes, Your Tir.What can I do for you?" Tartaglia nodded as Baker caught hiseye and wordlessly excused himself to both provide his absence and go get hisXO some coffee.A good man [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]