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*It's tight,* Nevan confirmed. *And I'm really impressed by Major Owajima's skill. He got past my ship defenses without leaving a trace. It was a beautiful ambush.* *It is he I sense linked with you?* *Yes, Thakur.*
*I am, though the mission is partly for her, partly for myself,* Nevan confirmed. *Stay linked while I report; she'll want to commend you personally.* He sensed Owajima's agreement, and reached for his chosen lady. *Thakur?* *Here, thakur-na,* was the immediate response then Nevan shared her amusement as she 'felt' his bonds. *You are satisfied with security, then.*
"My ship, now." Nevan stood. "Come along." Nevan scowled down at the unconscious businesser. He'd restricted his open questioning to Owajima's plans and next location his homeworld, not surprisingly but he'd done some questioning covertly as well, making comments about Owajima and reading the answers from his subject's face and body language.
*Also, unlike most Sandemans,* came Owajima's amused thought, *I was eager for Talent training. We both know it is impossible to lie, mind-to-mind, so: you are still thakur-na to Ranger Losinj and on a mission for her?*
Nevan scowled at that; he hated having to depend on rumor. Doing that tended to get agents killed but unless you worked in the classified section of Personnel Records or knew the agent personally, rumor was all you'd have on one. And in Owajima's case, as in Nevan's own, there wasn't even much rumor. Kiyoshi Owajima concealed a scowl when he finished decoding his informant's message and read it.
"There is no further need to invade your privacy, warrior." "Nevan is fine I'll go get them, then." He did so, grinning to himself. He'd been favorably impressed by the reports of Owajima's accomplishments; he was even more favorably impressed by the man himself. Not too many standard humans could take out a Sandeman warrior, even using Talent!
Nevan chuckled, deciding that an hour or so shouldn't really make any difference. "I'd like that; thanks." The receiver in Owajima's ear chimed softly; he turned on his throat mike not the surgically implanted comm unit many ranking Imperials were given, but the external type used as far back as pre-atomic times and answered. "Owajima here."
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