it once again.
Corchoran's voice replied almost instantly.
"Commander, I'm missing that report on other crew members who have had weapons training in their past," John said.
"It was in with those other reports I gave you, sir."
"Well it's not here now. Can you get another copy down to me in my office immediately?"
John linked out, checked the time. He went through the pile of reports again, checked the floor under his desk. Spano might just be trying to divert suspicion from himself. He might still be the saboteur. John could send Corchoran out to help Ross instead. Corchoran's performance had been quite competent since John had taken command. But now instinct and logic were telling him the same thing. Corchoran had been constantly available, attentive, cooperative. But he had been little actual help with the discipline problems on the ship. John had been forced to take on duties that should have fallen to Corchoran. And then there was Corchoran's uncharacteristic violation of procedure, routing Anna's call to him during a battle alert, in front of the general. It was a small thing, but it suddenly seemed significant. Perhaps, for some reason, Corchoran wanted him to fail. And the destruction of Babylon 5 would be a spectacular failure. John had been thinking that the saboteur was motivated by sympathies to the Homeguard. But perhaps the motivation was more personal, more direct. Corchoran had not been promoted in four years. As a commander under Captain Best, he'd been trapped in a dead-end job. Perhaps, when Best had been "promoted," Corchoran had expected to receive command of the Agamemnon himself. And instead he'd been given a new captain. John's mind returned to Best's "promotion" and what