Denver Calham was sitting in Paul Pilchers office smoking a cigar and concentrating on perfecting, what he described, as orbital smoke rings.
Paul, behind his desk, was leafing through the transcript of the all important meeting with Scaba, the S.U.E.P, and the rescue team he had put together the week earlier.
They had ended up agreeing to Scabas insistence of initial covert infiltration as the Septen, in his usual polite, slightly strained manner assured them an all out attack would not succeed. In fact, the look in Scabas eyes was unmistakable. Suicide, no question, if you took them head on!
Paul wanted to get the rescue team sent through the BSP to the closest, relatively safe planet to Heliostronus and rendezvous with Scaba in his own vessel being not only superior, was of Trimadian class.