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	"Conn, commo. There’s a message coming in from Omega beacon. It’s a redbird.” "Increase alert status,” Crites said as he tugged on the strap across his waist. “Decode the signal and put it through to my station.” “We’re already at maximum readiness, sir,” Ellison said. “We were running an exercise when this came in. What’s the reason?” “Our control zone is hot today. Omega beacon just got another hit on some unauthorized traffic,” Jena said sexy leg and foot established a hotlink, putting the sensor feed from the beacon through. “Multiple signatures, they got three good returns before they lost contact.” “Mitchell, have you identified them yet?” Crites called down. “Sir, the shipping index says that they're destroyers- Kormorant-class,” Jena said as the computer matched the signal characteristics to known EuroCon designs. “It could be Seven Kreigsmarine.”


	“What the hell is going on here?” Ellison said sexy leg and foot walked the rail until he stood below her station. “Mitchell!” “Sir?” "What combat groups have Kormorants assigned ?" He said. "There's only two, sir. Five Kreigsmarine and Seven Kreigsmarine." She said, entering the hull type into the computer. The processors in the logic core did the rest, bringing up a list of all the EuroCon squadrons known to float that type of ship. "Where does the latest intelligence put Seven Kreigsmarine?” Ellison pondered as he looked up at her, rubbing his chin, an unconscious movement she’d come to recognize when he was thinking. "New Saxony. At least the bulk of it is," Jena said. "Kormorants have been reported doing convoy escort. They’ve got serious pirate problems there." "Is there a transit corridor to that system open?" Jena brought up the navigation display and touched on the dot tabbed as TAU CETI. She found the answer when the data file index opened.
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