Matt Smith & Angelina Dimitrova

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[font=Courier New]LNS-Pacific, In Orbit of Planet Los Angeles.

[color=#FFFFFF]Matt looked at the gun. It was an old service pistol. Some officers preferred projectile weaponry, most officers in the Navy like Matt stuck with Standard issue Vengeance pistols. The laser was far truer a weapon, it was clean, quick and effortless. Matt looked down at his pistol, but did not rise to the bait.

"C'ptain. We went after whit we thought were two groups o'hackers. They weren't, tha' first group were a distraction to lure tha' main force away. The second group hit a bunch of civilian transports. Angel's guardian got shot down and I think tha' bunch of hackers got in her pod. There's little in the way of evidence one way or another."

Matt stares Captain Dimitrov in the eye, the young Lieutenant unyielding and steely determined.
"We've been seeing each other a while C'ptain. I ain't ashamed tae admit I love yer sister. I gave ye a promise I'd dae all I could tae get 'er back. I wonnae give up on her now!"

Matt was distracted by a beeping comm signal to Dimitrov's terminal. It seemed the Captain had a message waiting for him.

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[font=Courier New]Newark Station, Manhattan Orbit

[color=#FFFFFF]David Smith lifts his finger off the SEND button on his laptop. He had scrambled and routed his last message through multiple satellites and through several fake addresses. He had faked the message to be the last few words of a dead researcher, stumbling across a base in the Kansas system. No specifics other than the fighters attacking him were Sabres. He hoped that was enough to alert the Pacific's attention.

"Well, your move."

He looks through the latest files on requisitions that were heading to Ageria. They seemed to be making good progress, but the damn LSF were keeping a much closer eye on things than usual. Another report caught his eye, transfer requests in the Navy - He had programmed his computer to keep a track of his sons, and other interesting persons, dealings so he could....

"NO MATT NO!! YOU IDIOT!"

He has seen that his son had recently transferred to the Pacific. It was marked as temporary, but David knew that these things had a knack for turning permanent as soon as someone dies or screws up. Those Dimitrov's were trouble, and now they were going to get his son killed. He immediately grabbed the bottle of whisky and sipped furiously from it. He was at a loss of what to do.

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