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The old man stood in front of his people and spoke. “I am Jason Portario, I thank you for coming.”

I broke in, “Ionic power is an execution offense. You know that. How the hell did you get all this ...”

“I know the offense, Commander,” Portario said, “and I know you. You’re a fair man. You’re a brave man. It doesn’t matter where we got the power, many men are dead to get it, but we have it, and we will keep it. We have a job to do.”

I said, “After that stunt out there you’ve about as much chance as a snowball in hell. O’Hara’s half way to Galaxy Center. Look, with a little luck we get you out to Salaman. If you leave all this equipment I might be able to hide you until it blows over.”

The old man shrugged. “I would have preferred not to show our hand, but we had to save you. I was aware that the Council would find us out sooner or later, they missed the ionic material a month ago. But that is unimportant. The important matter is will you take our job? All we need is another two days, perhaps three. Can you hold off an attack for that long?”