Miho typed in the information as he got it, as parts of the map lit up and various routes highlighted. It always amazed Hevik to watch the Aleran’s mind work, faster than any in most Corps, as paths were considered and discarded by what looked like a computer on the holo.
After a long minute, Miho smiled. “Here. We’ll need a high-powered deck cutter, three different suites of virus controlled drones, and six bottles of Cortani liquor.” He smacked the holo with a wide grin.
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