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because of your breaking up with him, sort of like what Dillon did volunteering to go through the black hole.”
“Is getting the men I love killed going to be my destiny?”
“I think it’s more than that.”
“What?”
“Gabe isn’t like Dillon, Janell. He thinks things through and he agrees with the decision. There must be a good reason for him to be willing to go. I also know that Admiral Connor was against it but was persuaded to allow it to happen.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because his expression said as much. I challenged him on it and he told me I was preaching to the choir. However, in his opinion, it had to be done.”
Janell rolled her eyes, “Maybe I should contact Gabe about this.”
“Do you intend to get back together with him?” Amy stared at Janell on her display and said, “I can see you’re not. Contacting him would only be a distraction. You need to stay out of this and allow me and the other Admirals the opportunity to see why this has to take place.”
“I want to know what you find out.”
“I suspect all of us will learn at the same time. I’ve requested a meeting with Admiral Connor and he’s scheduled it for tomorrow afternoon at fourteen hundred hours.”
“I’ve not received any information about it.”
“Perhaps the Admiral agrees that you might be a distraction. I’ll record everything and share it with you.”
Janell nodded and took a deep breath. She suddenly lifted her wrist unit and looked at it, “I’ve just received the invite. I’ll see you there.” Amy smiled and ended the call.
• • •
Steve sat at the head of a horseshoe shaped table along with the Senior Admirals, the Major Fleet Admirals and their Support Staffs. He looked around the table and saw a lot of unhappy expressions. He wondered for a moment if he looked the same when he was arguing with Poul about doing this. Oh well. “Admiral Hart you requested this meeting. After due consideration, I deemed that everyone in a Major Command position should be here so I won’t have to keep repeating myself about this. Admiral Eagle is not present due to his getting his vessel ready for the coming mission. Admiral Hart, summarize your concerns?”
“Sir, you’re sending our best Commander out into danger and losing him would be very much like losing you. It would cripple us.”
“I agree.’
Amy stared at Steve and her mouth opened but she quickly closed it. She started shaking her head and looked around the table before saying, “Then why are you doing it?”
“Because Admiral Eagle and that stubborn ship computer on the Prophet’s Eyes convinced me it was the right thing to do.”
Admiral Malone leaned forward, “Please help us understand what compelling argument they used to convince you.”
Steve looked at Malone and shook his head, “Do you ever agree with any of my decisions?”
“I do but I like to hear your reasoning.”
“Really?” Malone nodded. Steve shrugged, “The first and most compelling reason the computer used to persuade me was that the Prophet’s Eyes was going to have to be the ship to go.”
Amy sat down and said, “Why? Can’t we just send scouts to do it?”
Steve shrugged, “Our fastest warships take about an hour to go from the Milky Way to Andromeda, right?” Amy nodded. “The Eyes can go there in a matter of seconds. Andromeda is about two and a half million light years from here. The galaxy that we’re going to have to scout is close to a billion light years from the Carand’s galaxy, which will be our starting point. It will take our scouts more than four weeks to arrive at that galaxy and more than four weeks to get back.” Steve paused, “I want you to think about that. That’s about two months before we’ll have any information to act on.” Steve looked around the table, “The Prophet’s Eyes can get there in less than a week.”
Amy stared at Steve as everyone considered the ramifications of that piece of information.
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