“Yes?” There was little need for niceties.
“Sam Angel, do you know this man?” The voice on the other end never showed the caller’s face, and for once, Sam didn’t recognize the male’s voice. It could have been all computer generated. If it was the Force, she didn’t know them.
The picture of the admiral’s Prod lacky popped up in her visual cortex.
It would do no good to lie. They would be monitoring her vitals for sure. Technology proved to be a wonderful thing unless directed against you.
“I might have met him this morning. They all look alike, but you know that, or you wouldn’t have bothered me. What about him? Who is he?” She tried to not act too flippant, but she hated abuse of power. They didn’t have enough to charge her with, or they would be coming to pick her up. The best bet wou
