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Gorren dismissed the marine and entered the cell.

An unshaven, exhaust-ridden Braxton looked up at him. "You'll hang for this, Regimyer."

"Very likely, sir." He handed the incarcerated Fleet Admiral the transmission. "We're three hours off Blue Harbour."

Braxton cast the paper aside, chuckling. "Let me know when Conrado comes aboard, won't you."