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What was Pat doing, tied up with Thorsten? She was a high grade operator now, as far from the immature tease I'd known at the Academy as I could imagine. Where had she learned to handle a gun like that? Where had she gotten the experience that let her handle a job this size by herself?
I couldn't answer that -- not any of it, and it was driving me nuts. I stared over the control banks at the forward screen, watching the stars, and beating my brains out.