“Well?” M’bron asked studying the abyss from his perch on the bridge deck.
“I have twenty squadrons surrounding the planet in the unlikely event that they did escape. There are a hundred search parties inside this ship. We will find them.” The voice behind him was calm and professional.
M’bron turned to look at the young Lieutenant Donel. He wore his black flight suit having arrived directly from his ship where he led the unsuccessful search for the wreckage of the strange Earth craft. He seemed relaxed and confident, but the slight clench of his jaw and the almost imperceptible shift of his feet gave away his anxiety. M’bron knew what his answer would be. Deciding to forego punishment, he ordered. “I want to see these Earthlings as soon as you have them.”
A slight lift of the lieutenant’s eyebrow gave away his surprise. Quickly regaining his composure, he clicked his heels. “I will personally lead the search teams.” He turned and lightly stepped off the edge of the platform to glide away into the darkness.
M’bron turned back to the wall sized windows as his thoughts returned to the Earthlings, as they called themselves. Something wasn’t right. He found the technology of this planet surprising. Computers the size of books, amazing video, and communications more sophisticated than his ships. It would take years to absorb. Yet, when it came to space travel, they were archaic, still needing primitive rockets to escape the planets gravity.
How could his sources not have informed him of this odd new Earth craft? Something was amiss. The Seeker had thousands of agents, which meant thousands of reports. It was possible that this information was lost… now it was time he got to the bottom of this lack of intelligence.
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