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Jake Hiskey and McNulty, he thought, hadn’t been alone in underestimating these people. Well, let’s get the mess cleaned up . . . “You’ve asked the SP to do something about the Prideful Sue?”
“Yes,” Alston said. “They’ll be here within a few hours.”
Tozien whirring dipped past Harold’s face, moved off. “She has heavier armament than they might ­expect,” he said. “Eight men and another Rilf on board. Our gunnery isn’t the worst. But tell them to give her a chance.”
“I’ll do that. And I’ll advise the police to take precautions.”
“Yes, they should. There’s one t