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so?” He pressed his lips together, his impassive face guarding his thoughts.
    “Japan sent a research vessel to investigate in 1952. It vanished without a trace. A myth blames the disappearances on an undersea dragon.” Jen shrugged, while Paz admired the wisps of hair floating about her face. “Most likely, natural phenomena are to blame. Still, we could run into turbulence even though it’s a clear day.”
    Paz studied the view after she turned down the aisle. Fluffy white clouds reflected the late afternoon sunlight. The billowing pillars of moisture floated in a sky of azure blue. Flying this slow enabled him to appreciate the sight.
    Never mind the beauties of nature. He’d rather examine the propulsion system on the turbine-powered jet in more detail. It amazed him how the pilots got these heavy machines off the ground without anti-grav engines.
    Although Kaj was the team’s engineer, Paz had received cross-training in multiple skills. He was more than just a telecom expert in real life, too.
    SattCom Networks may employ him as a repair technician, but that was because it suited his needs. He liked the travel benefits and the lower rank which hid his true ambitions. Certified as a comm system design engineer, Paz had the skill and education to develop network architecture on his own.
    That’s what he worked on in his spare time. His new system would revolutionize the space nets, but too many obstacles prevented him from building a prototype. The Trollek invasion was one of them. His duties as a Drift Lord took precedence over his private life. This had been his curse ever since his innate abilities had been discovered.
    He wondered if the Dragon’s Triangle hid another dimensional rift like its infamous cousin off the coast of Florida. That could account for his arrival here. Spontaneous tears in the space-time continuum were happening more often. They’d started when the Trolleks learned how to force open the barrier between dimensions.
    Now the evil creatures invaded Earth through these rifts. The Drift Lords, trained to fight them, sought to seal the breach before the dimensional drift widened enough to cause a catastrophic energy blast.
    Paz’s mouth tightened into a grim line. He didn’t like being near another possible rift. He liked it even less when he sniffed the ominous portent of burning filaments.
    His muscles tensed. Cors particles.
    Not only was the material produced at a rift horizon, but also when the Trolleks spatial shifted from one place to another. His ability to detect these particles was what made him a Drift Lord. Smelling it here could mean only one thing.
    He shot to his feet as a crash sounded from the galley.
    “Jen, what is it?” His heart raced as he scanned for a weapon. By Odin’s grace, if only he had his T-6 laser pistol. Wedged between the table in front and the credenza at his back, he didn’t see a thing he could use.
    “I dropped a dish,” she called. “Do you hear that odd buzzing noise?”
    “Come here. Now.”
    Too late. A Trollek vectored into sight beside him.
    An ugly humanoid with a hook-shaped nose, malformed ears, and beady eyes—he wore a leather tunic cinched with a wide belt, military grade trousers, and boots. Regular trooper, then. Not a specialized assassin.
    Jen’s shriek told him she had her own problems. More than one must have arrived.
    Paz gulped in dismay. He hadn’t polarized himself against their spell in the last twenty-four hours, but it looked as though capturing him wasn’t their goal. The brute charging him with an axe had murder in his eyes. At least they knew better than to fire disruptors in a pressurized cabin.
    He’d worry about how they’d found him later. Issuing a battle whoop, he attacked.
    He deflected the beast’s swing with his arm then followed through with a kick to the gut. Crouching, he twirled, then came up elbow at the ready. His blow to the thug’s jaw had no effect. The Trollek merely grunted, eyes intent on