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    Sea of Shadows, Freeport 11


    "Sigh ..." tall man dressed in the Daumann suit was silently standing at Freeport 11 gallery. He was looking from the gallery window, but his mind was somewhere else. "He always knew that his time is limited, but this knowledge was not a help for him at that moment. It was a long time and memories were still too fresh. Two days back he was ..."

    Omega-3 (two days earlier), Planet Sprague, SAC offices: Fleet-Admiral Forlon just returned from the Inner Core Sector from the operation Firefall. This operation was not fully finished yet, but latest findings were more as surprising. With the new informations found on old battleship wreck was rising significantly a chance that there may be hidden more pieces which can fully answer what happened to The reconnaissance fleet, which was the first human fleet blindly sent to the Inner Core for gain important answers ... only a very few people knew the whole truth hidden behind this expedition.

    "Beep", the silent tone announced a message coming from the offices secretary ... "Sir, we just received a hand-made letter addressed to you. Your instructions were to inform you immediately, if this will happen". "Thank you, I'm coming", replied Admiral. The chair in the admiral office has still spinning when the office doors were closed. Letter in the secretary office had very basic look, but on touch it could remind the old Earth times. Except addressee was there on opposite side only one letter "O". Admiral took this letter with a little shaking hand and returned to his office. He knew precisely what he will find inside and he was right. Inside letter was a folded piece of paper with a brief message: "It's a time, meet me at Freeport 11". There was not given any date, time or signature, but it was not needed ... message delivered such a way, had for its addressee very clear meaning.

    Admiral opened his personal communicator and inserted short code. This code was very simple, was activated a script which started searching through clan internal databases for certain personal & other informations and once were they found, they were deleted and overwritten. Next came the time to prepare one last promotion. This one was a long time overdue, but there always were some reasons ... the reasons which were now no longer important. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Silver_Arrows Command is proud to announce that our long-time member Cpt. Hanzo Hasashi, known also as Trinity_, was today promoted to the rank Rear-Admiral. It was a long time for him to reach this position, but he is now the 4th clan member which ever was promoted to the admiral rank! ... " After this he added one coded personal note readable only for the new admiral and pushed the button "Send". Once finished with the paperwork was time to dress up. Admiral's uniform remained draped over a chair and through emergency exit leading directly to hidden small hangar departed a man in the civil suit ... old looking Butcher was waiting there.

    Sea of Shadows, Freeport 11: Clearance to dock for an unmarked civilian small fighter was granted. Navigation computer on board was completely erased and ship pilot headed to the station bar. There he has ordered a Beer and his memory fall back to the old times when he for a first time appeared in the Silver_Arrows, to times when small inexperienced clan needed for a first time fight with old mercenary PX clan, when were for a first time met a CFPD and BG officers and how after this small clan grew up, step by step were gathered contacts, knowledge and fame. Friends, enemies, long chases, fights, battles, explorations and different tasks ... many and many good memories worthy to remember.

    Suddenly were his thoughts interrupted, someone behind his back has coming close and was heard: "Greetings old Friend". Man turned around, his tired eyes stared on a person in the black uniform, the person which was... Then passed a brief moment of a silence and both men together headed to the_corridor leading to the hangar. "One long chapter of life was closed, what will happen in the future no one could tell...".

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