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Near half twelve, thirty-six hours after the attack, the rig exited the traverse to bring them back into range of civilization. They were now in the vicinity of the Maple Tower hub.
“Ileadees’ handlers have replied,” Annee said to the crew. “Dukk, I am sending you the approach plan.”
They were all waiting patiently in the cockpit.
A few moments earlier, Annee had fed a coded message onto the broadcast channel. She had used the format Mentor had supplied.
“Got it,” Dukk replied. “Looks like we are getting special treatment again. The flight plan puts us into a hanger.”
“There are hangers here?” Marr questioned. “I thought docking was all external at this old hub.”