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***In the referees' floater, Tain Faronya, switching between command trafficand a buffet of umpire traffic, found it hard to keep from cheering. It seemed to himtoo easy, that something was bound to happen. It was late now, the sun nearly down and dusk near at hand. The badlybored pilot, Flight Sergeant Sarkath Veglossu, was expecting an order toreturn to base; nothing had been heard of the enemy radio source sincethe night before.

She'd come to Blue Forest guardedly pleased at the assignment. Beyond that they'd liveoff the land. She sat groping for what she wanted to say, how she wanted to say it. He held out a copy of that day's Bulletin.