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63604	Whittington, George A.	Battlefield in Black			.txt	text/plain	8234	858	86	A lovely image shimmered on the visa-phone screen in Captain Jon "My controls are in order, Sir," said the Radio Officer. "I was about to inform the Engineer, Sir," said the second-in-command, Engineer McTavish looked up from a chess game with Ray Control Officer Captain McPartland saw Ray Control Officer Roberts get up quietly "Get me Terra Patrol Base on the ship visa-phone," he ordered Radio "Lieutenant Parek's exact comment, Sir," Clemens said sadly. "Radio, scramble for ship code," Lieutenant-Commander Clemens said into Begging your pardon, Sir," he added to Jon. McPartland shot the Engineer a quick glance and nodded. "Begging your pardon, Sir," McTavish said fiercely, as his commanding "Your logic is sound, Sir," said the calm voice of the Ray Control "The _Avenger_ is ready, Sir," Jon said, when the officer had left. Almira Denton looked up at Captain Jon McPartland with eyes that were	./cache/63604.txt	./txt/63604.txt