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From the Inside Flap
There was a long, hissing pause on the other end of the comm, then came the whisper of a reply: "Get. Help!" It was so softly spoken against the background of static, that at first Kieran had trouble making out the words, and he wondered if maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.
"Say again, control? You're not coming through very clearly. This is Kieran Hawker of the Interloper, requesting permission to dock. . . ."
Kieran frowned heavily, his ears straining to hear through the static.
"Please proceed to dock, prospector Hawker."
"Acknowledged." Get help? Who said that? Kieran was beginning to feel uneasy about helping these terrorists. It sounded like there were hostages aboard the station.