“You advise them I am through with the games; the next shots won’t leave disabled ships. Opening a special frequency Wren said “control, this is Chrysalis one returning home. XXX She concentrated but a moment then. I think it’s about time we thinned this fleet.”
“Compliance Master Wren,” Trigon said as there were ten ignitions. “Now, while you integrate that, show me the third offer.” Wren said. Once there she started to type a a freighting speed. “Set up to listen for any mention of Thomas or his ship. I have instructed my agent to destroy your entire fleet, plus the three ship yards, ought to slow your treachery down a few decades.”
A click had the communication cut. It was at the moment that a series of alarms started to go
