Fain paused at the sound of Ven’s voice. He turned and waited for the Tavali to catch up to him on the suspended walkway that connected their shopping area to the command and business sections of the station. “What’cha need?” “We have a problem.” Brax handed him a small chip. “That’s a transmission we picked up. One of the Andarions is working with The League.” Fain put it in his ear and listened to it. It was the same transmission Talyn had intercepted earlier. “The Andarions claim it’s a Tavalian.” “And you believe that?” Why wouldn’t he? “There are a lot more Tavali here than Andarions.” Ven shoved him back and grabbed him in one massive fist. “You need to remember what uniform you wear, Slag-wart.” How could he forget? “I know exactly where to put my loyalty.” Ven tightened his fist before he released him. “You better.” Fain didn’t move as Ven and his entourage moved off. Disgusted, he headed into the commcen to find Galene and warn her about his encounter.
