now.”
“Consider his thinking?” Sorvalh said, to Abumwe. “Or give him a decision on credit, because of a presumed debt to him?”
“I would prefer the first,” Abumwe said. “I would take the second, however.”
Sorvalh smiled at this, looked over to Wilson and then to Fotew. “Captain?”
“I think it’s a waste,” Fotew said. “But it’s your call to make, Councillor.”
“Prepare a missile,” Sorvalh said. Captain Fotew turned to do her bidding; Sorvalh turned her attention back to Wilson. “You used your credit with me, Lieutenant,” she said. “Let’s hope that in the future you don’t have cause to wish you had spent it on something else.”
Wilson nodded and opened up a channel to the Urse Damay . “Rayth Ablant,” he said.
I am here, came back the text.
“I’ve gotten you what you wanted,” Wilson said.
Just in time. I am down to the last 2 percent of my power.
“Missile prepped and ready for launch,” Captain Fotew said, to Sorvalh. Sorvalh nodded to Wilson.
“Just tell me when you want it,” Wilson said.
Now is good.
Wilson nodded to Fotew. “Fire,” she said, to her weapons station.
“On its way,” Wilson said.
Thank you for everything, Lieutenant Wilson.
“Glad to,” Wilson said.
I’ll miss you.
“Likewise,” Wilson said.
There was no response.
“We’ve cracked the order,” the science officer said.
“Tell us,” Sorvalh said.
The science officer looked at the humans on the bridge and then Captain Fortew. “Ma’am?” she said.
“You have your orders,” Fotew said.
“The coordinates for the return flight of the Urse Damay are in this system,” the science officer said. “They resolve under the surface of the local star. If it came out of skip there, it would have been destroyed instantly.”
“Your friend was never going home, Lieutenant Wilson,” Sorvalh said.
“Missile has reached the Urse Damay, ” Fotew said, looking at her bridge display. “Direct hit.”
“I’d like to think he just got there on his own, Councillor,” Wilson said.
He walked off the bridge of the Nurimal and headed toward the shuttle bay, alone.
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HUMAN DIVISION #11: A PROBLEM OF PROPORTION
Copyright © 2013 by John Scalzi
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The Human Division
John Scalzi’s stirring new novel in the universe of his bestselling Old Man’s War
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January 15: The Human Division #1: The B-Team
January 22: The Human Division #2: Walk the Plank
January 29: The Human Division #3: We Only Need the Heads
February 5: The Human Division #4: A Voice in the Wilderness
February 12: The Human Division #5: Tales from the Clarke
February 19: The Human Division #6: The Back Channel
February 26: The Human Division #7: The Dog King
March 5: The Human Division #8: The Sound of Rebellion
March 12: The Human Division #9: The Observers
March 19: The Human Division #10: This Must Be the Place
March 26: The Human Division #11: A Problem of Proportion
April 2: The Human Division #12: The Gentle Art of Cracking Heads
April 9: The Human Division #13: Earth Below, Sky Above