r blossomed just ahundred meters away, sending steel shards zinging through the air likehomicidal bees. Smiling affably, he began, Ms. Hands clasped behind his head, High-Admiral Robinson turned hisattention to the dull gray ceiling, thinking back on the Earth he hadleft so regretfully almost a dozen months before. He did not shoot that last one standing; not immediately.
Itwas just one of those things thatwas. That was his signal. Behind the ditch the assault teams finished forming. That's the part they never teach in the law of land warfarecourses: prisoners are almost never taken in a fiercely contestedassault.
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