I took another drink. I didn’t wantto think about this subject. Especially since the MITTs knew ourplans and could tell the Destroyers exactly what time our shipwouldzoom out of hyperspace. If the MITTs decided to divulge thatinformation, we would be sitting ducks.
Being a commander means you worry abouteverything. If Mr. Picone had not mentioned his concern I would nothave even considered the possibility of a MITT betrayal. Now ascommander I guess I had to weigh it. I swallowed more of thebourbon.It still seem far-fetched to me. The MITTs just wouldn’t fight forthe Destroyers…
Astrid knocked on the door as shewalked in.
“By the way, would the MITTs changesides, would they fight for the Destroyers?” I said.
She gave me a look of completebafflement. Then she glanced at the glass. I coul
