Nic was at the Riverbar when Bryn arrived, sitting at a table on the cantilevered jetty jutting out over the river. Bryn thought again how tough his brother looked. Nic was six foot two and broad shouldered, and he still wore his light brown hair cropped into a severe military style.
It was Monday evening, and the place was quiet. The sun was almost down and the breeze off the river cool enough to keep other customers off the jetty. Which suited Bryn just fine. He needed privacy for tonight's conversation.
Nic waved him over, the gesture relaxed and casual, but Bryn knew his brother wouldn't have missed the tension in his voice when he'd called him. He sat down beside Nic, ordering a beer from the table's holo menu. When the robo-server had delivered it he said "I need this conversation to be secure, Nic."
His brother nodded, indicating the innocent-looking datapad resting on the table beside his left hand. He hit a key and Bryn felt his skin crawl. "That's the shield up. What's eating you?"
Bryn told him about the board meeting and Nic swore. "Not good, bro. They gotta be Combined Forces. If they want weapons and self-destructs fitted they gotta be sending 'em somewhere disputed. Sounds like they're planning to take on the N'adiim again. Wonder where."
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