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Like Pawns on a Board

"Now?" Torvel asked. 

Chem had his hand held up in the air, unmoving. His eyes closed and counting away seconds in his mind. He was visualizing the battle and what was unfolding. Vlad stood off to one side and glanced out the window; his suit seemed to shimmer like distant stars in a twilight sky. 

"This has got to look good," Chem whispered. "Too soon and the jig is up."

"What if we get there too late?" Torvel inquired. He was restless, his huge frame huddled over the wheel of the Nexus Wave. He lived for the battle and he seemed to be missing it. 

"We won't be," Vlad said. He turned around and looked at Chem. "Let's do it."