14/8/468 AC, Nicobar Straits, BdL Al Qamra


It was a daunting enough proposition. Alone, untended, unsupported, Chu had to take his vessel into enemy waters and simply look for trouble or, failing that, wait for trouble to find him.


"Somehow, I don't think it'll be long," Chu said.


"What's that, Chu?" Centurion Rodriguez asked.


"Nothing . . . . oh, just that I don't think it will be too long before trouble finds us, even with the girls below and undercover."


"You can count on it," Rodriguez agreed, staring into the smoke that still covered the waters of the Straits. "Sucks to be us."


"Tonight, you figure?" Chu asked.


"Or tomorrow, or the next night. Wish we had the rest of the classis with us."


"Yeah," Chu sighed. "Wish in one hand . . . "


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