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has come through the instant recall with no problems.”  Dr Surnace smiled at the woman who stood below the level of her shoulder.  “There will be no lasting effects.”
    “She has been given a calming drink so she doesn’t, as Molly put it, ‘freak out’.”  Cali smiled broadly.
    Alsandair was taken aback by that broad smile.  Cali wasn’t known for her outward signs of enjoyment.  In fact, Cali was usually the epitome of quiet tranquillity.
    “Lucky for you.”  Molly placed her hands on rounded hips.  “Me freaking out is not pretty.  Just ask Wally…”  She faltered, glanced around, and cleared her throat.
    Obviously even though the calming medication had worked, she still had emotions close to the surface.
    “I thought you didn’t like Wally,” Alsandair said, assessing her mood.
    “I don’t.  Didn’t.  He’s a dickhead. Was a dickhead.”  Molly frowned.  “No loss.”  But even as she said it he saw a glimmer in her eyes.
    Was she going to start crying?  Not wanting to even see that, Alsandair pushed to his feet.  “The meeting with the General is scheduled for ten minutes time.  Follow me.”
    “The General?”
    “Yes.”  The door slid open and he stepped out into the corridor.  Realizing that she wasn’t behind him, he turned to find her looking at him with one brow raised.  “Come.”
    “You want me to wag my tail or something?”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “I don’t just blindly obey.  Who is this general, and why do I have to meet him?”
    Maybe the five thousand year old female wasn’t without a few problems.  She’d certainly come out of the LSP violently. He had the bruises to prove it.  Plus the memory of her soft, warm curves against him – no!    Regaining his composure, Alsandair decided he should show her a little more patience.  It was his duty.  “The General of Narc Military is the head of this operation to retrieve you.  He wants to meet you.”
    “And discuss my future?”
    “Pardon?”
    “My future?”  She said it with exaggerated slowness.  “What’s going to happen to me now?”
    “Now?”
    Molly turned to Dr Surnace.  “Not very fast on the uptake, is he?”
    Alsandair had never seen the esteemed scientist dumbstruck.  Until now. 
    “The General will fill you in on what is necessary.”  He stood politely to one side.  “Now if you please…”
    “What if I don’t?”  But Molly strode towards him even as she spoke.  Passing him, she muttered, “Doubt I’ve got a choice anyway, right?  Not with the goon squad out here waiting for me.”
    Alsandair swung in beside her, two of his soldiers falling in behind them.  “What is a goon squad?”
    “Those.”  Molly jerked her thumb back at the two soldiers.  “Your goons.  Your muscle.”
    He looked blankly at her.  What strange language was she speaking?
    “Your men?”  She sighed.  “The ones who would drag me to your leader if I didn’t go peacefully?”  She laughed suddenly.  “Take me to your leader!  Get it?”
    “No,” he replied shortly.  Being laughed at wasn’t something he was used to.  He demanded respect from his soldiers and he got it.  Everyone respected him.  No one laughed at him.
    “Whoo boy, you need some humour lessons.”
    His mouth tightened.
    “Righty-o, then.”  Molly rolled her eyes, but fell silent as they came out of the private corridor and into the main hallway which teemed with Narc Military men and women. 
    The style of uniforms were the same but different colours showed what sections the soldiers worked. 
    He glanced down to see Molly trying not to stare curiously, but her mouth was slightly agape.  It didn’t take a genius to figure out why she was so entranced.
    The Narc Military was made up of humanoids, but centuries of inbreeding with aliens had also produced their own peculiarities.  Some humanoids simply had variations of different colour shadings and textures to their skin - a glimmer of silver