"Yes milord."
"Very well. Load it onboard the Kaiser Mors V . Since I personally signed the lease, It's going with me."
"As am I, milord, and you faithful bodyguard."
"Yes. Yardistanis, Dyrians, Rulzcentians, Puritanians, Lyricans, Cyberians. Quiet a Foreign Legion, aren't we?
"As you say, milord. I threw the Babkhan spy overboard myself."
"Shame. Best cook and knife-man we had. Plenty of fuel?"
"Of Course. The bunkers have been topped off, and the new reactor will be ready to go on line tomorrow."
"Food? Ammunition?"
"Yes, milord"
"Excellent. Weigh anchor, cast off all lines, clear the headlands, and then set course 180 degrees."
(The ship pulled away from the dock, and an hour later was lost to sight in the fog.)
