“Good afternoon, Mr. Chairman,” I said, walking into Vermillion’s office.
He eyed me for a moment. “You look exhausted.”
I nodded. “Nolan and I got through a large number of the fighter pilots today, then did the last part of the strength enhancement training. It’s been a long day.”
“And here I am calling you over,” he said. “Sorry.”
“No, no, I wanted to chat with you about it. Not a problem, sir.”
“Good. I agree with your assessment. They’re probably sending out scheduled transmissions so they can track. It’s a good thing your AI stopped them, because if not, Simone would know which natural worm hole we’re in. The rest would be easy. How confident is your AI that he stopped them?”
“Butch said well over 99%. I believe it, too, because if they got the first transmission, they’d already know we’re in a natural worm hole, and there…
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