Not that there was anything to bedone about it. As they began to descend, hesaw others arching overhead in answer from behind. Sweat ran down his body and squidged in his socks. Irritatedly he cleared thescreen before saying, come in.
Good enough that a Komarsi couldn't tell the difference. Excuse me, he said, and started toward her. Except the T'swa didn't think of themselves as gooks. After a bit they came to an abundance of ski tracks they took to be those of the 3rd Ranger Battalion,which had crossed before them, as intended.
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