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to, but I want those relays connected. Let's use our biggest power cells, see if that works."

Morishi felt a chill cutting through him. The sort of icy fear one feels when one is walking alone in the jungle and suddenly hears distantly the ominous roar of a great beast. A beast that wasn't atop you yet, but had your scent and was definitely coming in your direction. "I don't think it's wise," he said slowly. "Not until we know what it is. The risks..."

"-are insignificant compared to the benefits," Trent cut him off.

She said it with such an air of finality that it seemed to Morishi that-as far as Trent was concerned-the subject was closed. Morishi took a deep breath. He wasn't a particularly confrontational man, and he certainly detested the notion of getting into a serious dispute with someone he respected as thoroughly as Elizabeth Trent. Nonetheless, he saw absolutely no choice. "I'm sorry," he told her, and he genuinely was sorry. "A move as radical as this requires the two of us to agree. I don't."

She took a step back as if he'd slapped her. It seemed as if she was sputtering internally, unable to believe that he couldn't see the rightness of her proposed course. "Bill, we have to do this!"

He saw the look in her eyes, and found that he didn't have it in his heart to turn her down flat. His own doubts gnawed at him, but though he wasn't certain about them, he couldn't simply ignore them. He folded his arms and said, "Then convince me."

There was clear annoyance exhibited on her face. Trent was not accustomed to having to explain herself, and she'd had to do it a hell of a lot since setting foot on Babylon 5. It was tiring her rapidly. But she realized that, if anyone deserved her patience-if anyone deserved to know the truth-it was Bill Morishi.
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