Miles to Midnight

[Erremnart]

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"There are two options - either I can sign it myself, but then the whole evacuation must be quick as there might be a chance for someone higher to call it off, or...", Virginia paused for a moment and scratched tip of her nose before continuing, "I might have a favor or two owed by one the admirals. His signature would make said evacuation clear for all greenheads, maybe with the exception of top brass, but his service record is spotless, unlike mine, so I doubt that they would be questioning his decisions. Then the biggest obstacle would be blueshirts invading our systems, who might be interested in capturing or destroying any refugee transports leaving Insurgency territory.".

Virginia leaned her back against the backrest and looked at her cigarette case. She clearly had craving for another one, especially when such heavy scheming was involved, but she ultimately decided against it as the air in small conference room was stuffy enough with one cigarette, let alone another.

After scratching under her right wristband with larger military-like watches, which also had discreet liquid cardamine injector in them, she went on, "But that would need as innocent flight plan and manifest as possible, since... he isn't onboard with this at all.".

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