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Chapter Twelve

A large felinoid male sits at a tracking station console, making small adjustments to an incoming signal. He is watched by a middle-aged, bearded man and occasionally glances over his shoulder at the man.

“Well, is the transmitter working or not?” Toman Higaeri impatiently questions the statuesque cat-man.

“Hmmmmmmmm, the transmitter appears to be operational, Chief Higaeri... For the moment.” Traygar’s soft, purring voice betrays the ferocity of his words.

Toman runs his fingers through his beard for the umpteenth time, “What do you mean, ‘for the moment?’”

Traygar turns in his seat to face the man, and with bared teeth he explains, “The device is located on Master Mussiri’s vessel as well as Pilot’s Reklaw’s fighter craft. However, was not the device created by Pilot Reklaw and Mistress Tofallin?” Traygar waits for the man to react to his words. Before the full impact has a chance to take effect, a signal comes from the console. Traygar turns back to the console just in time to see the second transmitter signal cease operation. “And now the devices are no longer transmitting.”

Toman throws up his hands in defeat and storms out of the communications center.

Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)

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