Ranval stared at the port side hatch that Ranz had attached his vessel to. His operatives had returned yesterday, well after the rest of the Krath warriors had been dealt with. With the remaining six commandos that Selias had sent with Ranz back with them, Ranval felt more assured. Their jobs had been necessary, but the more guns they had defending Dynatha and the others the better he felt. A red light lit up on his control board and the comm automatically activated. “Hey, boss. You’re requested down in the conference room,” Selias told him. “You don’t have to ask. What is it?” “We’ll see.”