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Then family services.
Then medical.
Then Zared.
He answered from tactical.
“Problem?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need command?”
“No.”
A pause.
“Then why did you call?”
“Because I need you to know I’m about to make people angry.”
His voice changed.
“Proceed.”
Not tell me the choice.
Not let me fix it.
Proceed.
I looked at the data again.
“Medical cases stay on One. Children transfer to Eight.”
Nora frowned.
“That requires—”
“A shuttle seat swap.”
“With whom?”
“Eight has nine recovered Farseek adults scheduled to transfer to One for training.”
Nora understood.
“You delay them.”
“Yes.”
“They won’t like it.”
“No.”
“They’ve been waiting to rejoin command.”
“I know.”
