Martin nodded. "They want her as much as we do. It stands to reason they wouldn't let something like a border stand in their way." He spoke. "Let's sp...ing the surprise."Komirri smiled and got to his feet. "Order the rest of the Wing to de-shroud! Execute Attack Plan Komirri Three Five! Enemy suppression barrage on the field! Leave the Coven ships for our escorts! Engage!"The High Coven BLOODLETTER-Class cruiser was one of their finest ships and it was heavily armed and armored. As the. She must be fifteen. That had to be why she wasn’t behaving the way his brothers had said.A vision of Grace as she’d arrived yesterday morning swam into his mind. She’d been so excited ... that face all happy and alive, her incredible hair and those pale blue eyes beaming at him. Then Mia had arrived and spoiled everything. Dressed like that. He couldn’t get the image of those thighs out of his mind.If she’d been a Muslim girl that would never have been allowed to happen: she’d have been. Contrary to my agreement with General Clarke, the room is wired. I hope you gentlemen can keep a lid on it. Lieutenant, you can wait outside. Someone will call if we need you.”The young woman hesitated, but acquiesced after all her superiors waited patiently. No one was allowed or invited to the lecture except for a very specific list.“Miss Larkin, my team and I are here for the laser presentation tomorrow. We have been cleared to sit through today also. Is that an issue?” Politely asked a. They seem to be doing a pretty good job without our help. Poverty. Famine. War. Digging up the planet. Electing lunatics. The list is endless. But Dad's obsessed, proud of our heritage. Claims we're an integral part of maintaining balance, tempting the fragile away from the gates of good intentions to prevent overcrowding. Like we're doing God a favour.Honestly, I'd rather be an electrician. Don’t have what it takes to do Dad's job. He makes it seem effortless, but he's personable like a car.