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infantry?"
His voice held scathing contempt. "You don't even have an air force left, do you? Let alone trained fighter pilots or ground support troops. If the Deng come this way—or Krishna-forbid, the Melconians—your troops, Commodore, and that Bolo are the only defense Jefferson will have. Perhaps it's selfish of us, but we'd like to think there'd be something to at least slow them down, before they head for Ngara and our worlds."
It was a hell of a mess, when a Deng invasion looked positively attractive.
He leaned forward, causing the manacles to clank again. "But consider this, Commodore, because I assure you, we have, more than once. That Bolo of yours takes his orders from the government. If you become that government . . ."
Kafari caught the hiss between her teeth before he could hear. Just what were Mr. Girishanda's motives? And connections? He sounded more like an official with Vishnu's Ministry