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his arm, his boots occasionally scuffing against the polished floor. As they continued around a curve the light increased. Donne motioned them over to the side of the passage and had them crouch. As Anna did, she realized she'd lost her tool belt. It must have come off in the cave-in, and she'd been so shaken up she hadn't noticed. She felt naked without it. Donne led them a few feet forward. A large, lighted opening was ahead. It was not the outdoors; the light was too diffused, the air too still for that. Besides, she could hear a sound echoing in the large space. It took her a moment to identify, because the sound seemed so out of place here, on a planet on the rim, in the depths of the caves of an alien race with a technology thousands of years ahead of theirs. It was the whirring of a drill.


"How long cruiser reaches jump gate," John requested from his command chair.

"Twenty minutes," Lieutenant Commander Ving replied.

Twenty minutes. The weapons were still off-line, and Corchoran continued to elude security. He did know the ship well. John had considered bluffing the cruiser, saying he would destroy them if they didn't stop, but he didn't think that would deter them. They were ready to make a suicide run on Babylon 5. If they knew the Agamemnon was there, they would probably just make a run for the jump gate. The only other plan John had been able to come up with was to place the Agamemnon directly in front of the jump gate. Again, it most likely wouldn't stop the cruiser. They were already suicidal. They might even think they could win the game of chicken.

This strategy would stop the cruiser and save Babylon 5, but at the price of his ship and crew. The only thing that seemed to be going right was the weapons crew. Ross had reported
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