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“We will allow you onto the flight deck,” said the officer. “You do not need to give us your master.” The other officers stepped away, clearing the path along the corridor. Their weapons dropped to their sides. “Stay back,” said Harrington. She pulled Loba forward, and Carl helped her drag the man through the waiting officers. He turned and pointed his weapon behind them as they passed, while Harrington kept hers trained on Loba’s head. “Think they’ll let us in?” Carl asked the security officer softly. “We’ll soon find out.” The aliens must have been communicating telepathically, because the flight deck door opened as they approached. The large room was empty but for one man. Grantwise, or rather, alien-infested Grantwise, sat at the ship’s controls. The visual screen was up, and the p
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