Chapter Twenty-Eight

Line of Departure

I rapped on Kessler’s door, before barging in without an invitation. We were alone. He sat at his desk, as before. I filled the seat Commander Hathoot had occupied the day before. His salutation of “Professor” lacked goodwill. As he played with his dead pipe, I hunkered down to wait. Whatever this articulate man wante…

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Line of Departure

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