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“We should eject them out the missile tubes,” Ramend advised. An hour after parting ways with the delegates, he was still pacing and ranting.
On one level, I couldn’t blame him. On another, I was preoccupied with something stranger.
Rotating my thickening coffee in my hands, I glanced at the clock. The consultant would arrive with the proposal any moment. Then I could test out the question pressing at my brain.
“I’m leaving.” Ramend strode toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere I can expend some of this indignation. The outer loop perhaps.”
“I need you to wait. Jog in place.”
Ramend swung around, abruptly exuding brotherly concern. “Something is bothering you.”
“About time you noticed.”
He rolled his eyes. “Come off it, Ruhan. Spill.”
“You have to stay. I need a chaperone.”
“What?” He laughed. “To defend you from her, the consultant? She wouldn’t be able to break your nose. Hey, she can’t even reach you nose. Don’t lean over and you will be fine.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” Ramend flashed a grin before sobering down. “So, what is biting you?”
I opened my mouth, but the door chime interrupted.
“Stay and watch. If I’m right it will be obvious, if not, I am imagining things and should be knocked upside the head.”
“I will be happy to oblige.” He flung himself into a chair, leg over the arm, and stretched his arms over his head.
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