There had never been a more eventful Galactic
Ambassador’s Ball. G.L.E.E. backup arrived to haul the
traitor and his slowly reviving henchmen away, and the
information diamond was taken into secure custody. Feed
reporters swarmed, and cameras flashed as February bid
Phillipa, as she insisted on calling Taz, a tearful goodbye.
She was having a little trouble wrapping her head around
the whole dual-identity Starship Ranger business.
“You ever think of joining?” Taz said. “You were pretty
ballsy out there on the balcony. And they could use a few
more girls going through those Academy hallways.”
“Me, a Starship Ranger?” February’s eyes filled with
wonder. “Well, I have always been interested in schi-ency
things, you know.”
Up waited a few metres away, well away from the
clamouring reporters. Taz was barefoot, her dress scorched
and her elegant hairstyle tumbled down, and she looked
better than ever. He wanted to kiss her again, but she wasn’t
Mrs. von Tuppington anymore.
The charade was over.
“We didn’t exactly do things quietly, did we?” he said as
she approached.
“Tripp is going to kill us,” she agreed. “But he can’t say
we didn’t get the job done.”
They both fell silent, and there was a question hanging
between them, but Up didn’t know how to ask it.
“Okay, Commander, transport’s ready to go,” an ensign
said, and they turned toward the waiting ship.
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