Mission accomplished. Any further instructions?
Greeley
And, moments later, he was once again in the Governor's, sumptuous office. “Suppose you tell me just what the hell is going on?” demanded Bellows. “Sir?”
“Don't ‘sir’ me, Mel! The Canphor VI government is screaming bloody murder that we've blown away three of their cargo ships, and I can't get a straight answer out of Greeley. He keeps telling me to ask you about it.”
“All I told Greeley was to keep his eyes peeled for pirate vessels,” said Hill. “There hasn't been a pirate ship within fifty parsecs of the Canphor system in a century, and you know it!” snapped Bellows. “I want an explanation and I want it quick!” “I have none to make until I look into the matter,” said Hill. “For the present, I'd suggest that we write a profusely apologetic note to Canphor VI immediately. I'll do it if you like, and send you a draft for your personal approval.”
Bellows stared across the budge desk at his adviser. “I don't know what you're up to, Mel, but you're on very shaky ground at this moment. Past friendship aside, I won't hesitate to dump you if I find it necessary—and I'll find it necessary if there's one more incident like this.” Hill returned to his office, dictated the note of apology, and sent it to Bellows. It came back with the Governor's approval.
“Okay,” he said to his secretary. “Send it off.” “In Galactic, sir?” she asked.
“In Terran,” said Hill calmly.
Within hours the government of Canphor VI sent back a message that the apology was unacceptable. “What will the Governor say to that one?” said one of Hill's aides, looking at the transcribed reply. “I haven't the slightest idea,” said Hill. “However, I don't think he'll say too much.” “Oh? Why?”
“Because I've released copies of our apology and Canphor VI's answer to the media.” The intercom lit up, and Hill pressed a button. “Hill here.” “Mel, this is Josh. I don't know why Canphor VI turned your note down, but I've got a pretty good suspicion. Did you send it in Galactic?” “I can't recall,” said Hill.