>
> > > She smiled, a faint, half-hearted thing and then squared her
shoulders.
> > > Perhaps it was time to leave the safety of the shallows. If she was
going
> > > to plunge into the depths, she would do so boldly. She met Lasiter's
eyes
> > > steadily, tapping into a level of confidence she had not been sure was
> > > still there. "Of course," she replied. "I thank you for the advanced
> > > warning."
> > >
> > "Not a problem at all, Admiral. " Lasiter replied.....
>
> "Gentlemen, if there is nothing further, I must excuse myself. There are
> some preparations I want to make for tomorrow's meeting."
>
Lasiter replied, "Of course, Admiral. have a good evening..."
>
> Bedru rose with her usual grace, and she returned her drink glass to the
> bar before leaving the room.
>
> Outside, she walked a few feet then stopped. She took a deep breath and
> closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding, and the palms of her hands were
> sweating in a manner reminiscent of her years commanding a starship. It
> was a good nervousness, though, not the panic attacks of a more recent
> time.
>
> She smiled thoughtfully and opened her eyes. Maybe. Just maybe....
>
> Slowly, she walked towards her quarters. She had a lot to think about.
>
> Bedru ends
>
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