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"You think Vice-Admiral Tughayr suffered a mutiny?" Hudhafah asked. "I am certain of it," Dahaka said. "There were too many men missing and not enough damage for it to be natural, less than a third of the crew." Ba'al Zebub lumbered towards them, his arms held out to mimic a welcome, but everything else about his body language communicated aggression. The security team all lowered their pulse pistols, but not one of them clicked the safety back on. Nobody here trusted Ba'al Zebub after the alqaraf he'd just pulled with Lucifer. But this was Shay'tan's Voice, so nobody dared defy him. Kasib snapped to attention and bowed his head. So did General Hudhafah and Sergeant Dahaka. "Shay'tan be praised for your rescue," Kasib murmured. Ba'al Zebub shoved him aside. "Ahh, General!" Ba'al Zebu