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Her best bet, if they separated widely enough, was to take out one pair and the backup, then the remaining pair. If not, it would probably be best to try for the standard humans first assuming, as seemed most logical, the Sandeman was backup which would leave all her attention free for him.
"I am afraid I have given myself away hopelessly," she whispered, clutching him with rather a shaky hand. "Did anybody see us?" "Everybody, I should think," he told her gravely, "But, after all, most things are excusable in a possible wreck." "Yes," she agreed, "only Mrs. Sandeman is all eyes to my doings, and on one occasion she even wrote Robert. Cat!"
"Not that I'm any physical threat to a Sandeman, whether I'm armed or not. If I went for my gun, I'd be dead before I could get it halfway out of the holster." "True," Ryan agreed. "That sounds like you've seen it tried." "Close; I've demonstrated it. But I made sure the Sandeman was using a stun setting on his needler." Ryan chuckled.
Ryan's battle cruiser entered Imperial space as Medart's little courier had entered Sandeman: all lights on, and broadcasting its identity. They were expected; after the second broadcast of the duel, Bryan of Alanna had declared peace and announced both Clan Levva's investigation of their Imperial heritage and Clan Vader's intention of returning Medart's effects.
It's not the typical Sandeman arrogance that makes you feel like you're not worth the bother of looking at it's more like being under a microscope. I'm sorry to be so vague, but as I said, there wasn't anything definite I can point to." A feeling of being looked into rather than at. Owajima frowned more deeply.
The route was certainly far easier; for, thanks to the toil of engineers, the railway from the Indus Valley towards Quetta had been completed up to a point in advance of Sibi; and the labours of Major Sandeman, Bruce, and others, had kept that district fairly quiet . But the troops at Quetta and Pishin were held to be incapable of facing a superior force of victorious Afghans.
DarLowrie had acted precisely as could be expected from a Sandeman assassin, it seemed, though Owajima was pleased his agent reported nothing more serious than bruises. He frowned, though, when he reached the last paragraph. "Personal impressions: I can't pinpoint it, but something about him reminds me of you. The feeling you give me of being looked into more than at, maybe.
"He is the first Sandeman warrior I have met, but from my reading and your memories of the warrior Gaelan, I am also not surprised. An enthusiastic fighter, of course, and even shielded, I sense great potential in him." "He's got that, all right," Medart agreed.
"Yes, he is. I think I'm going to leave Trevor in charge of the fleet and take Prince James back to Sandeman you can come along, if you'd like." "Thank you I would." Medart knew as soon as he woke that he was on a smaller ship. There was no single specific item, but a lifetime aboard numerous classes of ship had given him a feel for the differences between them; this was about courier size.
"You issued the challenge on my behalf and implicitly agreed to arrange the duel, without specifying my physical condition. The only criterion was that I be trained to use Sandeman magic as well as I could, which has been done." "It has, and I did issue challenge for you but I did not agree to send you to certain death." "It isn't I'm running about fifty-fifty minimum power and maximum.
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