"Any objections, Har?"
"None, Admiral."
"Very well," Drummer glanced toward the messenger.
"Escort Major Scarf to my quarters."
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The compartment was small, not built for comfort.
Scarf's massive frame crowded the space.
"I'm coming along." Scarf's tone was brusque.
"The hell you are." Drummer's was equally blunt.
Brad eyed Scarf. "Your job is on the surface," he said. "What purpose can you serve by tagging along?"
Scarf looked from Drummer to Brad and back, not sure whom he should address. He chose Drummer.
"Coldfield and the surrounding areas are under full control of my security forces. I've left my deputy in charge, and he can contact me within seconds should that be necessary. With Narval away and us here, there's not much going on in the Command Section."