Dr. k. j. youngman

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' As the vision before them pulsed, Guy forced his attention back to mundane concerns. Gods, what a mess. Martin, you'd better have some men chase those Dark Brothers home, before they can re-form and come back.
He saw little evidence of potions, powders, or the usual type of charms, any of the typical things he knew to expect from a woman of her talents. He knew what she was probing into, just not why.
Instead, they worked frenziedly at controls and switches. Completely ignoring the threatening aliens in their midst, they argued among themselves and with the equally frantic voices which babbled from numerous speaker grills.
'I should have known it was you. Old Man,' the slaver said with a half-smile. 'No other fisherman could bluff his way past my guards so easily.
You'll see. Somehow, the phrase pretty open-minded didn't suffice to calm all my fears. I was all too aware that I was a long way from home with no independent means to get back there if anything went wrong and I got separated from my date.