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requesting reassignment to flight status. She paused.  Please. . .
 I don t usually give third chances, Lieutenant, he said slowly  But we could have used you out there
yesterday. Next time we ll need you even more. You re back on the roster, effective immediately, Flint.
 Thank you, sir. . .
He held up a hand.  But if you screw up again . . . heaven help you. Because I won it.
 Understood, Colonel. She stood up.  This time you won t regret it.
Flight Wing Rec Room, TCS Victory Delius System
A jagged, irregular chunk of rock eighteen kilometers across dominated the view from the rec room. A
few moving lights marked the passage of shuttles and service pods back and forth between carrier and
asteroid. In the three hours since Victory matched orbits with Delius Station, a thorough inspection of the
ship s hull and external fittings had already been completed, and the captain had authorized liberty for the
off-duty watch. There weren t as many takers as might be expected × Delius Station was reputed to be
one of the most boring stopovers in the sector × but there was a definite easing of tensions on board at
the realization that they really were back in friendly territory at last.
Blair sat alone at a table, sipping his scotch and gazing at the planetoid and the star field beyond. In one
corner of the room, Vaquero was softly strumming his old guitar, a quiet, mournful sound. Lieutenant
Lopez had been certified fit for flight duty by the ship s Medical Officer the day before, and Blair
restored him to the roster. But he still wondered if Lopez was fully recovered from the battering he had
taken in the first clash in the nebula.
He heard Maniac Marshall call a greeting as he entered the rec room, and half-turned in his chair to
watch the major at the bar. Marshall was his usual self, boisterous self-assured, wearing a broad smile as
he took his drink from Rostov and waved an airy greeting to Flint and Cobra, who were sitting together
at a nearby table.
To Blair s surprise, Maniac ambled to his table.  Colonel, he said, giving him a nod.
 Major, Blair replied. He waited a moment before going on.  Something I can do for you.
Maniac grew visibly uncomfortable, all his cockiness disappearing as he stammered a response.  Er . . .
fact is, I wanted to tell you . . . I wanted to say . . . Maverick, that was a damned impressive show back
at Ariel. The way you faked that first bunch out of position . . . and the way you kept your cool after the
cats pulled their little magic trick. He looked embarrassed.  I know we don t always operate on the
same frequency. . . but I thought I should give credit where it s due.
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Blair raised an eyebrow.  Well. . . He wasn t sure how to respond. Maniac Marshall had never before
made such an overture.  Thanks for the vote of confidence. It was touch and go there for a while,
though.
 Yeah, Marshall agreed.  Tell me about it. When they made that jump point disappear . . . God, I
almost lost it. I never thought I d feel that way, Maverick. Never.
 You kept your head pretty well, all things considered, Blair told him.  We couldn t have nailed that
destroyer without you and Flash.
 We could have taken her out by ourselves, if you and Cobra had let us, Maniac said with a trace of his
old spirit.  But . . . yeah, it was a good score all the way around. He looked out the viewport and
continued with a sour note in his voice.  You think Chief Coriolis was right about the Kilrathi using a
cloak on the jump points, Maverick?
 That s the official verdict, Blair said.  The analysis the captain ordered turned up sensor traces
consistent with the use of cloaking generators. That s the report he ordered dispatched to Sector HQ.
 So we only have to worry about them pulling something like that in a nebula, huh? Marshall looked
solemn.  I guess that s good news, at least.
 It also means we won t be stuck, next time out, Blair said.  It might take longer, but we could use a
cloaked jump point providing we already had it thoroughly plotted on our charts.
 Does that mean we re going back? To finish the mission? Or with this weapon everybody s talking
about?
 That ll be up to the brass, Blair told him.  But I doubt it. If we re going to use an experimental weapon
under difficult conditions, why borrow even more trouble? Of course, I m not an admiral. Maybe they
could find a good reason, but it seems like a silly risk to me.
 Hope you re right, Maniac said. He studied the view outside in silence for a long moment.  Nebulas
and asteroid belts . . . I ll be glad to see the last of them. Give me a stand-up fight, not all this dodging
and ducking and worrying about what your sensors aren t showing you.
 Look at the bright side, Maniac, Blair told him.
 There s a bright side?
 Sure. The bad guys don t like flying through all this space junk any more than we do.
 Maybe not, Maniac said.  But they can take more risks out there than we can. After all, they ve got
nine lives.
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 NOW, GENERAL QUARTERS, GENERAL QUARTERS ALL HANDS TO BATTLE
STATIONS!
REPEAT, ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!
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Blair turned in his chair to face a monitor and punched up an intercom link to the bridge.  This is Blair.
What s going down?
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