You had the locals raid them about the time they were ready to grab one of your people, and called the FBI forensics team in who found all kinds of ba...d things. They had explosives, automatic weapons, and a lot of sophisticated electronics to attempt to eavesdrop on you and us. What was surprising was that none of the people captured were prepared for a raid. Not a shot was fired by anyone, so it was all done without bloodshed."Sam added, "The FBI is doing a quick look at all branches of Bering. “Let’s go Sleethe, I get the feeling we have an uninvited guest.”They descended the ramps and bridges that led to the ground, then circled around behind the village, the Broker vessel soon coming into view. It was another of the silver cigars, and Lena knew it to be a drone ship. It was no coincidence that this vessel had arrived shortly after her discovery, they must have been watching her this whole time. She was a little afraid, but Sleethe was with her, and her indignation at what she had. I went on for a few minutes, including making a big point about how I'd spent hours yesterday ripping through every major aria I could find without any loss of quality at all.She understood all right. And she gave it right back to me with a series of probing questions that I thought were designed to ferret out how much I understood, and especially how well I was understanding the sudden change in how I sounded. Apparently my answers satisfied her, because she was nodding to herself as I. "I'm sorry, Ken," she told him. "I'm torturing you, ain't I? Will you forgive me?" I forgive you," he assured her.A silence developed, during which time they both simply stared at each other's image. Finally, Slurry said, "So... how are things going out there? You keeping busy?" Just, uh... doing some reading," he said. "That's how I occupy myself during the waiting periods."She smiled whimsically. "You struck me as a reader," she said. "There's just something about you. I love to read too, you.