Dante never called anyone. The last time he’d used the Comm was during his last report to Foster, and that had been some time ago. Fortunately for Emily, the redial function of the Comm system was fully functional, and even more fortunate was the fact that Dante was sleeping.

Foster’s rugged features creased into a scowl as he appeared onscreen. “Who are you?” he demanded. “How did you get this number?”

“Never mind that,” Emily dismissed. “I have important information for you.” She leaned a few inches closer to the camera for added drama. “Information about disloyalty in your ranks.”

The man’s scowl shifted from one of scorn to one of intense curiosity. “I’m listening... for now.”

Emily flipped some red hair over her shoulder to get it out of the way. “I’m aboard Dante’s ship as we speak. Were it not for his small window of rest, he’d likely find me out and kill me for contacting you.”

Foster appeared to become angry. “I never authorized him to bring outsiders in on this mission.”

“Don’t cut me short yet, Big Guy,” Emily continued. “More interesting, yet, is my assurance that Dante has captured your target, Gabriel, not once, but *twice* already. Both times, he let the kid go free.”

Foster turned from the screen long enough to control his temper before returning to view. “And his reasoning behind this?” he inquired through gritted teeth.

Emily shrugged. “Seems to me like a matter of honor. Gabriel was wounded both times, and Dante is obsessed with a fair fight. It’s all he ever talks about.”

Foster nodded, his demeanor once again cool and professional. “I wish I could say this news surprises me, but...” He sighed as he pondered possibilities. “I am thankful for this enlightenment. Dante is now no longer a concern of mine. However...” He arched an eyebrow. “...I find it unnecessary to cut him loose just yet. Officially, that is.” He intertwined his fingers against his sternum. “I wonder if you might be interested in taking the position of my... correspondent.”

“You mean your spy,” Emily reiter