"Logistics Depot. This is the Plutonian Security Force. The message we sent you moments ago was for the Depot Commander. Did you read? Acknowledge."
The reply came.
"Your message received. Please identify Fleet
Commander."
Brad and Drummer exchanged glances. Drummer chuckled.
"The formalities must be observed," he chuckled, his tone dry. "Tell him."
Brad keyed the mike.
"Fleet Commander Deke Drummer." He put a rasp into his voice. "Now, get on with it."
Another voice came on.
"Colonel Hanno here. I'm the Depot Commander.
What the hell game are you playing, Drummer?"
Brad's tone turned icy.