I didn’t plan on these delays and it wasn’t my idea to...”Stahl interrupted with a wave. “I know, Mr. Masters, some of it happened because of ...ver-eager spooks, forgetting that you aren’t one.” He frowned. “I don’t like them either. Mr. Masters but wars can’t be won without the work of intelligence gathered by spies and their ilk.”“I guess, not Sir. But I don’t think I want to be one.”“As it may be, Mr. Masters I didn’t call you to reminiscence about the unfortunate need for spies and. The scenery had not changed from the time we arrived on this God-forsaken planet. It was still sand with occasional patches of a wiry grass that I wondered if it ever turned green. The only geographical point of note was the occasional sand hill or ridge that we bumped over.My AI had been keeping track of the distance traveled and our speed and I knew that we had been running for 9½ hours at an average of 43 MPH. That meant that we had traveled 404 miles, though not all of it in a straight. They weren't staying for the winter after all, and I figured I'd better fuck 'em while the fucking was good. It didn't seem to distress them at all.My biggest surprise over the matter was it didn't seem to slow them down with their primary tasks either. They finished up their sixth saddle before lunch and they had twelve lariats, plenty of hobbles, and several nice bridles done. While they'd been here they'd made more than enough tack to get them home on their newly trained mounts.If Zakkon and. ..”The other guard hit his shoulder, “Quiet.”I looked at the other guard, “You have a problem with him speaking?”He smiled, “Yeah.”I nodded and stepped closer to the desk to reach over and place my badge on the prison data access scanner, “I am sergeant Morpheus of the imperial marshals. Duty officer Trent is suspended pending internal investigation of his financials and conduct. Notify the planetary constables office and have a constable sent to pick him up for a truth scan and.