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Crites leaned against the island instead of climbing to his chair. He used a bony finger to activate the ship's paging system.
“Commo, this is the Captain. Dial in Hotel Lima and get them back in line. That trawler is already gone. Send a videos sex amateur message to headquarters, they’ll need british amateur sex videos to know what we’ve found. Has there been anything else?"
"No, sir."
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"Aye-aye, Cap'n."
Ellison turned to her.
“Keep the sensor teams hopping, Mitchell. I’m going to see how the pump replacement is going while we have time."
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"Relax, Mitchell. If you detect anything, inform the Captain. Tactical has the conn.” Ellison said and pointed at her as he flashed a look at Dreedle that implied extra vigilance. Dreedle climbed up out of the sensor pit and took Ellison’s place on the deck. |
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