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He shook it away. They closed on the target. Braddock fell into position behind him and to the right. A vague description popped up on his HUD. “Tiger,” he transmitted with his eyes on the display, “it appears to be a mid-sized freighter. Origin unknown.” “Maintain your track.” Braddock’s Trident increased its distance from Austin. “I’m giving you room. Keep your eyes open.” “Roger.” He stared at his HUD. The freighter’s information poured onto the screen. “Looks like they’ve been through it, sir.” “Repeat?” He studied the incoming data. “They’ve been hit hard. I’m detecting a trail of gasses behind the ship. They’ve been attacked.” “Copy. Break radio silence and make contact. Let ’em know we’re coming.” “Roger.” Austin switched to his long-range gamma wave and activated his onboar