Jerym grabbed one and lifted. I suggest youcall Colonel Romlar of the Iryalan Regiment. Not I, nor any fleet thesultan could send. Briefly thecommodore explained the situation to the chaplain, then returned hisattention to the lieutenant commander.
Instead, putting on hishelmet and lowering the visor for night vision, he found his way down thehillside toward where the scouts were parked. He hadn't thought to get acool-suit, and had had the choice of either going later or going withoutone. Walking to the bench, Jerym glanced again at the numbered tag hangingfrom his neck. In her place was what seemed a rectangularhole in the local reality, a door with the gate for its frame.
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